Like a Pet? 6
I laid on top of my bed, wondering how long I've been up there. I'm pitiful. I'm like a little kid that was just sent to their room. This was my house God damn it! I shouldn't be held prisoner in my own house. Okay, I'm just trying to entertain myself. I looked at my watch. I've been up here for 5 hours. I got to pee. But I'm not about to move, I think my muscles and bones have fasted together.
"Thomas! Michelle!" Sirius shouted. Haha, he thinks I'm going to answer? I heard him stomping up the stairs. He tried the door knob, but I locked that. "Michelle! Let me in! Are you still in there!" He thinks I've escaped. After hitting the door with his fist five times, he kicked it open.
"What the hell is your problem!" I shouted, louder than I ever had. Where did that come from? But I wasn't done yet. "First you hold me prisoner, scare the shit out of me, and now you are destroying my property! Just what the fuck is your problem." Alright I was pissed. Man, I have worst language then a plumber. I got off my bed, painfully, and walked up to him, my face redder than the Weasley's hair. I looked at up at him angrily. My hands are on my hips and was trying to stare him down like an upset mother.
"I thought you were trying to escape." He had a bitter tone to his voice.
"And how am I going to escape? You have my wand. The only window in the house that actually opens is the one above the couch." I was still screaming. Don't ask me why, but I was. You in some of those muggle television shows that two people are arguing forcefully, but then suddenly they just kiss passionately? This was not one of those times. He raised his hand, as if he was going to slap me. I just looked at it, not backing up, or doing anything in defense. I was just...shocked. I think he was shocked too. As soon as his hand lifted, he looked at it too, then quickly exited my room, slamming the door behind him. I think I would've collapsed right then and there. Who am I fooling, I did.
"Sirius?" I said, cautiously coming down the stairs. I was afraid. Don't ask me why. I walked into the living room and saw him. He stood up immediately.
"I'm so sorry Michelle." He came over to me, and it took all of my strength not to faint or run away. "I have the worst temper, and I can't control it. I'm so sorry." I swallowed the lump in my throat, surprised that I didn't choke, and spoke in a small voice.
"It's okay." He could tell that I was still frightened.
"I'll leave if you want. I can stay at Moony's house."
"No." I said loudly and grabbed his arm. Both of us were surprised at my sudden action. I quickly made up something. "They are going to search his house for you. His and all of your old friends."
"Even my old one?"
"Yes." I was back to my quiet voice.
"Then I have to get something before they trash it. Come on." He pulled me to the fireplace and took a handful of powder out of his pocket.
"Where are we going?"
"To my place." He threw the powder into the fireplace and pulled me in, yelling 'Paddy's Place.'
I coughed and sputtered as I fell out of the fireplace, on top of Sirius. I rolled off of him, and started sneezing.
"Are there wards around here?" He asked, giving me his hand to stand up.
"Yeah, but only on the doors. You aren't on the Floo network, so they didn't think anything of it. How did we get here anyway?"
"Did you know that the Marauders were the cleverest students to walk through Hogwarts doors?"
"No."
"That's how we got here. All of us were on our own network with our own powder. That's what this is." He got some out of his pocket to show me. "Moony gave this to me." Okay, that explains a little.
"What do you have to get here?" I asked, wiping dust off of my cloak.
"I'll be back. You can explore if you want." He took the nearest staircase and ran up it. I looked around from where I was standing. Man this house was big. I should ask the Minister if I could buy it. I walked up the stairs that Sirius went up.
"Michelle, in here." I followed his voice into a den. The walls were lined with books. He was searching through a desk for something. I walked over to the bookcases and started looking at the titles.
"You can take anything you want." I turned around to look at him, but he was still searching through the desk. I picked one out, Romeo and Juliet. I always wanted to read the works of Shakespeare.
"I have all of his other works too." He whispered in my ear. I almost jumped out of my skin. I dropped the book. He picked it up and handed it back to me. "He was a great writer. His portrayal of friendship, love and disgrace are all too real." I thought about that, looking in his eyes. Someone once told me that the eyes were the window to the soul, I never really understood it until now. His eyes showed all that he's been through, friendship, love, disgrace, betrayal, pain, and so much more. I could've just stood there all day reading his eyes, but he looked down at the package in his hand.
"I had to get something for Harry." Biting back the desire to look into his eyes I looked at the package too.
"Do you mind if I ask what it is?" He shook his head and opened it up. He pulled a ring out of it. It was gold with a bright emerald in the center. There was a 'P' engraved on top of the gem.
"This was the ring that's been passed down through all of the Potters. James gave it to Lily for an engagement ring. Right before we switched the secret keeper, he gave it to me. I guess none of us had full trust in Peter." He handed me the ring and looked back into the package. "There is also a letter here that they wrote for him, and photographs of his grandparents, and parents." I didn't really know what to say. After a minute of silence, he looked at the book in my hand.
"Did you want any other books?" I looked back up, but my turned his head to the bookcase.
"I'll stick with this one for now. If I want any more I can come back, can't I?"
"Yeah sure." He opened the door and let me go through first, and closed it behind him.
"Shakespeare writes about true love. But is it really true love? They never talked before, and he just saw her across the room once." I asked Sirius. We've been discussing Romeo and Juliet all day.
"Only if love can be based on looks. But there is always that special connection that two people can have."
"Like destiny?"
"Exactly. But after they spoke a bit they were probably drawn together."
"How do you know if you're in love?"
"You always want to be with that person, you think about them all the time. When ever you're around them, you get a feeling in your stomach, and..." He stopped, probably thinking he was rambling, or getting to the more 'intimate' feelings.
"What's the difference between that and lust? How can you tell?"
"With lust you don't have the mutual feelings. Sometimes I guess you can just tell." Was it lust or love? He said you can just tell. Why is my life so messed up? I sighed and leaned back against the couch.
"Do want a s'more?" He asked. I looked at him with wide eyes. Okay, maybe he's thinking about the same lines I am.
"What?"
"A s'more. It's two graham crackers, a marshmallow, and a piece of chocolate."
"Oh."
"What were you thinking about?" He got a grin on his face.
"I was just trying to figure out what the heck a s'more was." He went into the kitchen to get the ingredients. I was trying to sort out my feelings. Do I like him? Is it just because he's the only person I've been able to really talk to? Do I...dare I say it? Actually, love him? Or maybe it's just lust. I've only know who he is for a week and my entire life is screwed up.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this up. Everything has been so...bleh that I haven't found time to get this done and uploaded, but now I have so no one can complain. Please review, and give me your comments. Oh and if you'd all be dears, go to http://pub65.ezboard.com/bohcyspisland It's my new RPG and message board. There isn't much there now, but hopefully if we get people interested it will amount to something.
I laid on top of my bed, wondering how long I've been up there. I'm pitiful. I'm like a little kid that was just sent to their room. This was my house God damn it! I shouldn't be held prisoner in my own house. Okay, I'm just trying to entertain myself. I looked at my watch. I've been up here for 5 hours. I got to pee. But I'm not about to move, I think my muscles and bones have fasted together.
"Thomas! Michelle!" Sirius shouted. Haha, he thinks I'm going to answer? I heard him stomping up the stairs. He tried the door knob, but I locked that. "Michelle! Let me in! Are you still in there!" He thinks I've escaped. After hitting the door with his fist five times, he kicked it open.
"What the hell is your problem!" I shouted, louder than I ever had. Where did that come from? But I wasn't done yet. "First you hold me prisoner, scare the shit out of me, and now you are destroying my property! Just what the fuck is your problem." Alright I was pissed. Man, I have worst language then a plumber. I got off my bed, painfully, and walked up to him, my face redder than the Weasley's hair. I looked at up at him angrily. My hands are on my hips and was trying to stare him down like an upset mother.
"I thought you were trying to escape." He had a bitter tone to his voice.
"And how am I going to escape? You have my wand. The only window in the house that actually opens is the one above the couch." I was still screaming. Don't ask me why, but I was. You in some of those muggle television shows that two people are arguing forcefully, but then suddenly they just kiss passionately? This was not one of those times. He raised his hand, as if he was going to slap me. I just looked at it, not backing up, or doing anything in defense. I was just...shocked. I think he was shocked too. As soon as his hand lifted, he looked at it too, then quickly exited my room, slamming the door behind him. I think I would've collapsed right then and there. Who am I fooling, I did.
"Sirius?" I said, cautiously coming down the stairs. I was afraid. Don't ask me why. I walked into the living room and saw him. He stood up immediately.
"I'm so sorry Michelle." He came over to me, and it took all of my strength not to faint or run away. "I have the worst temper, and I can't control it. I'm so sorry." I swallowed the lump in my throat, surprised that I didn't choke, and spoke in a small voice.
"It's okay." He could tell that I was still frightened.
"I'll leave if you want. I can stay at Moony's house."
"No." I said loudly and grabbed his arm. Both of us were surprised at my sudden action. I quickly made up something. "They are going to search his house for you. His and all of your old friends."
"Even my old one?"
"Yes." I was back to my quiet voice.
"Then I have to get something before they trash it. Come on." He pulled me to the fireplace and took a handful of powder out of his pocket.
"Where are we going?"
"To my place." He threw the powder into the fireplace and pulled me in, yelling 'Paddy's Place.'
I coughed and sputtered as I fell out of the fireplace, on top of Sirius. I rolled off of him, and started sneezing.
"Are there wards around here?" He asked, giving me his hand to stand up.
"Yeah, but only on the doors. You aren't on the Floo network, so they didn't think anything of it. How did we get here anyway?"
"Did you know that the Marauders were the cleverest students to walk through Hogwarts doors?"
"No."
"That's how we got here. All of us were on our own network with our own powder. That's what this is." He got some out of his pocket to show me. "Moony gave this to me." Okay, that explains a little.
"What do you have to get here?" I asked, wiping dust off of my cloak.
"I'll be back. You can explore if you want." He took the nearest staircase and ran up it. I looked around from where I was standing. Man this house was big. I should ask the Minister if I could buy it. I walked up the stairs that Sirius went up.
"Michelle, in here." I followed his voice into a den. The walls were lined with books. He was searching through a desk for something. I walked over to the bookcases and started looking at the titles.
"You can take anything you want." I turned around to look at him, but he was still searching through the desk. I picked one out, Romeo and Juliet. I always wanted to read the works of Shakespeare.
"I have all of his other works too." He whispered in my ear. I almost jumped out of my skin. I dropped the book. He picked it up and handed it back to me. "He was a great writer. His portrayal of friendship, love and disgrace are all too real." I thought about that, looking in his eyes. Someone once told me that the eyes were the window to the soul, I never really understood it until now. His eyes showed all that he's been through, friendship, love, disgrace, betrayal, pain, and so much more. I could've just stood there all day reading his eyes, but he looked down at the package in his hand.
"I had to get something for Harry." Biting back the desire to look into his eyes I looked at the package too.
"Do you mind if I ask what it is?" He shook his head and opened it up. He pulled a ring out of it. It was gold with a bright emerald in the center. There was a 'P' engraved on top of the gem.
"This was the ring that's been passed down through all of the Potters. James gave it to Lily for an engagement ring. Right before we switched the secret keeper, he gave it to me. I guess none of us had full trust in Peter." He handed me the ring and looked back into the package. "There is also a letter here that they wrote for him, and photographs of his grandparents, and parents." I didn't really know what to say. After a minute of silence, he looked at the book in my hand.
"Did you want any other books?" I looked back up, but my turned his head to the bookcase.
"I'll stick with this one for now. If I want any more I can come back, can't I?"
"Yeah sure." He opened the door and let me go through first, and closed it behind him.
"Shakespeare writes about true love. But is it really true love? They never talked before, and he just saw her across the room once." I asked Sirius. We've been discussing Romeo and Juliet all day.
"Only if love can be based on looks. But there is always that special connection that two people can have."
"Like destiny?"
"Exactly. But after they spoke a bit they were probably drawn together."
"How do you know if you're in love?"
"You always want to be with that person, you think about them all the time. When ever you're around them, you get a feeling in your stomach, and..." He stopped, probably thinking he was rambling, or getting to the more 'intimate' feelings.
"What's the difference between that and lust? How can you tell?"
"With lust you don't have the mutual feelings. Sometimes I guess you can just tell." Was it lust or love? He said you can just tell. Why is my life so messed up? I sighed and leaned back against the couch.
"Do want a s'more?" He asked. I looked at him with wide eyes. Okay, maybe he's thinking about the same lines I am.
"What?"
"A s'more. It's two graham crackers, a marshmallow, and a piece of chocolate."
"Oh."
"What were you thinking about?" He got a grin on his face.
"I was just trying to figure out what the heck a s'more was." He went into the kitchen to get the ingredients. I was trying to sort out my feelings. Do I like him? Is it just because he's the only person I've been able to really talk to? Do I...dare I say it? Actually, love him? Or maybe it's just lust. I've only know who he is for a week and my entire life is screwed up.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this up. Everything has been so...bleh that I haven't found time to get this done and uploaded, but now I have so no one can complain. Please review, and give me your comments. Oh and if you'd all be dears, go to http://pub65.ezboard.com/bohcyspisland It's my new RPG and message board. There isn't much there now, but hopefully if we get people interested it will amount to something.