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I ate in the kitchens, with Willy. None of the House Elves laughed at me, at least. Although they did stare a bit. I suppose that was really understandable, and to be expected. I was blue.

The whole animagus thing made it easy. Even if people still knew it was me, it was easier to avoid being seen. And for some reason, I found it less embarrassing to have blue fur than to have a blue face. I just slipped quickly through the shadows, weaving towards the Common Room, and waiting a couple of minutes by the Portrait Hole, for someone to open it so I could slip right through after them.

The dormitory door was harder, since the seventh years tended to stick around the dinner hall longer than most. I just changed back at my door, and let myself in. Tom was sleeping on my pillow, tail swishing. I found myself wondering if he was having a dream, and, if he was, what it was about. I mean, what exactly did cats dream about? Mice, rats, and fish?

I closed the door behind me, and went to look in the mirror again. Yep. Still very, very blue. I groaned unhappily and took the mirror off the wall, leaning it face down against the dresser so I wouldn't have to catch glances of my blue face all night. It was hardly even dark out, and I certainly wasn't tired enough to go to bed. So I curled up on the bed with Tom, my lamp it up, and Operation: Black in my lap. I read mostly. Didn't write. Read back on the year. It was funny, I started the book completely obsessed with Sirius, in denial, and desperately trying to not be obsessed with him. And that night I realized that once I had stopped trying so hard not to like him, and just... let things happen, well, after that he wasn't always on my mind.

I was still hopelessly in love with him, I think. But I could function around it. I liked that thought.

The knob of the door rattled. I quickly closed Operation: Black and slid it under my pillow. I got more than enough questions about it from everyone. I had the feeling that Lily was on the verge of stealing it from my bag while I slept. And that would be painfully embarrassing.

Willy was really the only living thing(Well, Tom too.) that I trusted my very serious secret with.

Yeah. That pun was intended.

Blatant, right? Too corny? I thought it was clever, at least.

I wrapped my blanket around my head just in time for Rose and Alice to come in giggling. They stopped dead when they saw my cloaked self. "Merlin's pants, it's true, isn't it?" Rose gasped out, with horror.

"I told you so!" Alice giggled shamelessly. She had a blue spot on the tip of her nose, and her left eye was badly marked. "And you thought that Sirius looked silly, Rissa show her!"

I groaned mournfully, and held the blanket tighter over my head, cutting off my sight of them. "Never. I'm turning myself into a Miss Havisham." I replied glumly, tipping over with a plop onto my pillow.

The didn't answer, only lapsed into a stunned silence. "Uh... Who's Mrs. Haversham?" Asked Rose's voice in clear confusion. I could just see Alice nodding in agreement of her confusion.

"Havisham. She was a character in Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens. She was a crazy old muggle woman who sat alone in her house in her wedding dress because the love of her life left her at the alter." I explained into my blanket and pillow, voice muffled.

More giggling, "You've never been left at the alter. And you don't have a wedding dress." Alice forced out, much too cheerily. "You've never even been on a date, Rissa! How could you have a lost love?" Apparently they don't quite grasp the idea of a sarcastic remark. Or maybe they just chose to make me as miserable as possible.

Wait- "I've never been on a date?" I repeated in slight awe, sitting back up under my blanket-cover.

And another stunned silence. All I could see was the dark scarlet back of my cover-blanket, but I had a vague inclination of what the looks on their faces were. Stunned confusion. Jaws slightly agape, exchanging confused looks, and... "Uhm... yeah. Not that I know of anyway..." Rose trailed off.

"Definitely not. You're romantically deficient." Alice added, with cheerful bluntness.

Lily, it sounded like, had entered without my hearing it. "Oh-yeah. You're a relationship train wreck." Chimed in her voice with a bit more pity than had been held in either Rose or Alice's voice.

I peeked out of my blankets unhappily, affronted. "I am not! I'm just not as pretty as you guys! I dim in comparison, so no boys like me!" I replied back at them. It wasn't my fault that I'd never been asked on a date. I was just a little mousey tag-along.

Lily scoffed as she dropped her bum onto the end of my bed, "So not true. We've been watching you butcher all possible suitors since the fourth year."

Oh that was not true. I would remember if I had any possible suitors. They read my disbelief.

"That's right, maybe ever third year." Said Rose with a thoughtful sigh.

"James helped a bit with the butchering, I think." Sighed Alice, as an after thought.

I piped up my disapproval, "I have never butchered a single person in my entire life, thanks!" I shot at them, waking Tom, who's grey fur puffed out, with a start. "I mean, do I look capable of butchering? No. I don't. I'm half the size of a house elf!" I huffed, wrapping myself even firmer in the blankets.

Tom was perplexed by my blanketed-exterior. He crawled unto my lap, and climbed onto my chest to peer into my eye, by using his claws. Once he had verified that it was indeed me inside the scarlet exterior, he forced himself down my seeing-hole, and into an uncomfortable-for-me position, curled around my neck. Lily snorted her disbelief, "You are so painfully, painfully oblivious. What about when Eric Bones asked you if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade? You said, I quote, because the entire Griffindor forth to seventh years know it by heart, 'Yeah, I want to go to Hogsmeade, I go every trip.'" They all shook their heads in mournful shame.

"But I usually do go to Hogsmeade every trip."

Rose smacked her hand to her face,"And that," She said, with a rather uncalled-for exasperated sigh, "is why the male population thinks you're a mentally ill loony. You're so painfully oblivious. Some people, though, seem to mistake it for innocence."

Alice hit Rose's arm, and glared, "Shush! You ruin the intrigue when you say stuff like that." She scolded with unhappiness.

"What intrigue?" Lily and I asked at the same time, both sitting foreward with new interest. Tom mewed in protest, and dug his claws into the back of my neck. I winced, but held focus. What intrigue?

I pulled my blanket hood-off, and dislodged Tom's claws, untangling him from me, and placing him in my lap. Poor Tommy. But pitying Tom and his lack of control over his wickedly sharp claws could wait.

There was intrigue involved.

But Alice and Rose, it seemed, had decided to stop talking. Lily and I continued to stare questioningly at them. They stared guiltily back. It continued like that for several silent minutes.

Finally, Alice burst. "Well, really, I mean, I don't understand it, because everyone's noticed except for you two, and the boys. It's really silly, actually, I think. I- well, seriously. Not to say it has anything to do with him. Sirius that is. It was really just a coincidence I used that word-that-happens-to-be-his-name-sort-of." She said almost too fast to understand, puffing afterward. "I mean, really, we shouldn't be saying anything. It's-really-not-our-place."

"Really-not-our-place." Added in Rose, just as quickly, before they both tipped face-down into their beds, giggling furiously in the way that they always seemed to giggle.

In return, Lily glared at them in that way that she always seemed to glare.(Albeit; She typically didn't typically glare at them.)

Alice flipped around, completely unaware that she was in the process of receiving a Lily-Evan's-Glare. "He's terribly handsome, and he has this wonderful plan to make you completely goo over him, because apparently you're not completely goo over him, and he's completely goo over you, and I'll shut up now." And another face plant into the pillow, kicking her feet excitedly. "Oooooh, I can't wait!"

I wouldn't be able to wait either if I had any clue as to what she was talking about.

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"Rissa... James requests that-"

"I am not coming down Lily. I told you to tell him that this morning." I grumbled, pulling my hangings closed.

She opened them again, glaring unhappily. "I am not an owl! And I did tell him. He doesn't want you to come down. He only... Um... He wanted me to say if a specific way. I just can't remember how." She chewed on her lip thoughtfully, then her face lit up, "Right, he said, 'Allow he and Sirius to sing sweet songs to you, and consider joining us all for a dignified lunch by the lake, on this lovely mildly chilly day of exceptional beauty and refinement.' And if you don't listen I'll kill you because they practiced in the Great Hall all through breakfast."

With that she left the room, leaving the door open behind her. Tom leapt after her, chasing her untied shoe lace.

I glanced around frantically, grabbing a black Moosey-mourning scarf off the ground, and wrapped it around my head so that only my blue-trimmed eyes were showing. I proceeded to exit the safety of my dormitory and peek down into the Common Room.

Sirius and James beamed up at me, from on top of a desk. The things that had previosly been on the desk were scattered on the floor. "My love, my life!" Exclaimed Sirius, dramatically stretching out his arms up towards me, "It has been so long since I've seen your smiling face! I yearn for your loving embrace!"

Oh dear god.

They were such idiots.

James also stretched his arms out to me, and they both opened their mouths to emit...

I suppose you could call is singing.

"Lady!"

Sirius went on, soulfully clutching his chest now, "When you're with me, I'm smiling! Give me...."

James cut in, throwing out his arms with bravado, "AH-AH-AH-ALLLLL YOUR LOVE!"

"You're hands!" Wailed out Sirius, offering up his hands to me again, apparently under the impression that his singing was more than satisfactory, "Build me up when I'm SINKINGGGGG! Just touch me! And my troubles all FADDDDEEEE!"

James was now over-dramatically playing air guitar, "LADY! From the moment I saw you!"

"Standing! Ah-ah-ah-all ALONE!"

Sirius' gut was caught by James' elbow(Apparently he wasn't really supposed to cut James off at that part), "You gave! All the love that I needed!"

And Sirius was permitted to sing again, waving his arms to an imaginary rhythm, "So shy! Like child who had grownnnnn!"

And they slung their arms over each other's shoulders and swayed together, beaming still, "You're my lady of the morning! Love shines in your EYYYYESSS! Sparkling clear and lovely! You're my LADDYYYYYYY!" And with that, they leapt off the desk, and flourished their hands in a lame attempt at jazz-hands.

I, naturally, was completely mortified.

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A/N:
Not exactly Helpful, long, or good in any way. But it's hopefully leading somewhere useful maybe. And LOOK! Not two months between updates! Not sure how I feel about last chapters reviews all being anonymous. DX I like replying to them. It makes me feel useful. And I can't when they're anonymous! I still love them, of course, and am eternally grateful! Thanks to Christian for the song. XD

Oh! And the 27th is this story's two year birthday! I'll be trying to get the update up on that day. . -marks it on her calander-

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