Like a Pet 11
AN:// I'm not a very organized person. Unorganized people should not try to do 50 things at once. Unorganized people shouldn't BETA read for 3 people(including herself), try doing 3 research papers at the same time, write scripts for a upcoming webcomic, or have 20 unmarked disks. I lost this chapter and have only gotten time to do it today. I have the cold….it's not fun….NyQuil is evil.
Michelle's POV
I walked down into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. I'm miserable. Sirius wasn't here, he wasn't at Remus' house. He left. All because of me.
"Michelle!" I picked my head off the table and ran to the entrance hall.
"Sirius?" I turned the corner and my face dropped. "Remus…what are you doing here?"
"Is Sirius here?"
"No. I told you yesterday…or last night…or this morning. Whatever time it was, I told you he left because of me."
"He was at my house last night." I grabbed the front of his shirt.
"He was there! You lied to me!" He pried my hands off his shirt not too gently.
"Yes. He didn't want you to know he was there. But he's not there anymore. He left. I think it was because of your article." I sat down on the floor. I started to tear up.
"He's out there, all because of me? What am I going to do now? He might be found and sent back to Azkaban."
"I think he would've gone to Hogwarts. That's the safest place for him." I looked up and held out my hands to be helped up. He pulled me up, and I grabbed my cloak.
"Then what are we waiting for?" He walked to the door and blocked my way.
"Do you really think you can't live without him?"
"Yes."
"Are you in love with him? Or in lust?" Last week I couldn't answer that question, but I could now.
"Love. It's the only thing it can be."
"Promise me something."
"What?"
"You stay here, for a week. And if you are miserable, and think you can't live without him, you can come to Hogwarts. But you have to stay here for a week. No more or no less. At the end of the week, you send me a owl, telling me what your decision is." The clock struck 1 a.m. I couldn't sleep last night. "At 1 a.m. on next Tuesday I'll expect your letter." He took the cloak out my hands and hung it back up. "One week." With that, he walked out of the door.
It was 5 days after I published my article on Sirius, and 4 days after my conversation with Remus. I should've never done it. My desk has caught on fire numerous times from Howlers. I'll warn you now, if you put a Howler in water it still explodes. I had a piece of glass stuck in my hand. It's not fun at all. I just want to curl up in a little hole and die.
"Good Morning Michelle." The Editor of the paper walked in, and looked at my desk. "Feedback on your article?"
"Yes." I said harshly.
"Not good?"
"Not one single letter says that I did a job well done." I looked up from smothering another Howler. "Why did you let me publish that?" He was quiet for a bit, trying to think of a response.
"You're not a journalist. I thought I was giving you a favor to publish one of your works…I didn't expect you to comment on Black on your first day. Where did you come up with that article anyway? And what did your last line mean too? Understand this, and forgive Sirius Black for everything he's done. I have, and I hope he forgives what I've done." He read off his copy of the paper. I looked down at my lap.
"I have no idea what came over me." He dropped the subject, thankfully.
"Here's some articles I'd like you to proofread." He handed me a folder and walked out of my office. I turned in my chair and smacked my foot against the side of the desk. That was the straw that broke my back. I screamed out in pain, then screamed in rage. I pushed everything off my desk, and sat down crying.
"Michelle? Something wrong? Are you hurt?" I picked myself off the floor and opened my office door.
"Can I go home?" He was startled at my face and then patted me awkwardly on the back.
"Sure, take as long as you want. Just owl me if you can't make it tomorrow."
"Thank you." I grabbed my purse and walked out of the building.
A:N// I'm so sorry it took so long. Please forgive me in your reviews. I'll have the next chapter up ASAP because It's already written and saved on my desktop. Hopefully my computer won't explode. Oh btw http://pub65.ezboard.com/bohcyspisland/ if that link doesn't work…then just click the link in my author profile.
AN:// I'm not a very organized person. Unorganized people should not try to do 50 things at once. Unorganized people shouldn't BETA read for 3 people(including herself), try doing 3 research papers at the same time, write scripts for a upcoming webcomic, or have 20 unmarked disks. I lost this chapter and have only gotten time to do it today. I have the cold….it's not fun….NyQuil is evil.
Michelle's POV
I walked down into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. I'm miserable. Sirius wasn't here, he wasn't at Remus' house. He left. All because of me.
"Michelle!" I picked my head off the table and ran to the entrance hall.
"Sirius?" I turned the corner and my face dropped. "Remus…what are you doing here?"
"Is Sirius here?"
"No. I told you yesterday…or last night…or this morning. Whatever time it was, I told you he left because of me."
"He was at my house last night." I grabbed the front of his shirt.
"He was there! You lied to me!" He pried my hands off his shirt not too gently.
"Yes. He didn't want you to know he was there. But he's not there anymore. He left. I think it was because of your article." I sat down on the floor. I started to tear up.
"He's out there, all because of me? What am I going to do now? He might be found and sent back to Azkaban."
"I think he would've gone to Hogwarts. That's the safest place for him." I looked up and held out my hands to be helped up. He pulled me up, and I grabbed my cloak.
"Then what are we waiting for?" He walked to the door and blocked my way.
"Do you really think you can't live without him?"
"Yes."
"Are you in love with him? Or in lust?" Last week I couldn't answer that question, but I could now.
"Love. It's the only thing it can be."
"Promise me something."
"What?"
"You stay here, for a week. And if you are miserable, and think you can't live without him, you can come to Hogwarts. But you have to stay here for a week. No more or no less. At the end of the week, you send me a owl, telling me what your decision is." The clock struck 1 a.m. I couldn't sleep last night. "At 1 a.m. on next Tuesday I'll expect your letter." He took the cloak out my hands and hung it back up. "One week." With that, he walked out of the door.
It was 5 days after I published my article on Sirius, and 4 days after my conversation with Remus. I should've never done it. My desk has caught on fire numerous times from Howlers. I'll warn you now, if you put a Howler in water it still explodes. I had a piece of glass stuck in my hand. It's not fun at all. I just want to curl up in a little hole and die.
"Good Morning Michelle." The Editor of the paper walked in, and looked at my desk. "Feedback on your article?"
"Yes." I said harshly.
"Not good?"
"Not one single letter says that I did a job well done." I looked up from smothering another Howler. "Why did you let me publish that?" He was quiet for a bit, trying to think of a response.
"You're not a journalist. I thought I was giving you a favor to publish one of your works…I didn't expect you to comment on Black on your first day. Where did you come up with that article anyway? And what did your last line mean too? Understand this, and forgive Sirius Black for everything he's done. I have, and I hope he forgives what I've done." He read off his copy of the paper. I looked down at my lap.
"I have no idea what came over me." He dropped the subject, thankfully.
"Here's some articles I'd like you to proofread." He handed me a folder and walked out of my office. I turned in my chair and smacked my foot against the side of the desk. That was the straw that broke my back. I screamed out in pain, then screamed in rage. I pushed everything off my desk, and sat down crying.
"Michelle? Something wrong? Are you hurt?" I picked myself off the floor and opened my office door.
"Can I go home?" He was startled at my face and then patted me awkwardly on the back.
"Sure, take as long as you want. Just owl me if you can't make it tomorrow."
"Thank you." I grabbed my purse and walked out of the building.
A:N// I'm so sorry it took so long. Please forgive me in your reviews. I'll have the next chapter up ASAP because It's already written and saved on my desktop. Hopefully my computer won't explode. Oh btw http://pub65.ezboard.com/bohcyspisland/ if that link doesn't work…then just click the link in my author profile.