*********************Partial to redheads: ************************
Happily leafing through one of her Christmas presents, a rare hardback version of "Understanding the Unfathomable"; Lily was lying in her bed thinking about the odds and ends she'd received during the years.
She had been very grateful for her presents and such last year, but she was just a tad disappointed when nearly ALL her friends had given her a book.
'Am I really that boringly bookish?' she had thought miserably.
If she had been a muggle without magic powers and many years of schooling behind her, she would have been downright livid with dismay. But as it were, she had received the most interesting books she could imagine, and was really very satisfied.
This year, however, was a bit more reassuring. Only one book, from Anna Roland, the Ravenclaw Prefect, and all the others were fascinating thing-a-loos from the wizarding world.
Sirius, the naughty boy, had given her a male-voiced mirror, charmed to sound like the Slytherin Quidditch Captain.
Thank Merlin Mr. Dagger didn't visit the Gryffindor girls dormitory so often, she could only imagine what his facial expression would be if he heard the mirror wolf-whistle at muggleborn Lily Evans with his own Irish tone.
Remus, the ever-thoughtful chum, had given her a fabulous bottle-green cloak; with special charms to keep her warm on winter Quidditch matches. Remus obviously knew what she prioritised; James on a broom over health matters, any day.
Peter, sweet lad, had apparently made an effort this year, and even dared to walk into a jewellery shop.
James, she blushed, had been even more considerate. She hadn't told a soul, and still he managed to get her exactly what she wanted. But it must have taken him a long time to find it.
Star-keepers were rare in Britain. Even Diagon Alley only carried two samples a year. A bit costly as well.
She would have bought it for herself if she hadn't needed an owl.
A Star-Keeper was almost an encyclopaedia for stars, letting you locate one star at a time, providing information about it, and a way to project an image or more info into it yourself. And you didn't even need a wand to operate it, and was naturally a must-have for Squibs interested in Astronomy.
She'd wanted it after hearing Sirius go on and on about his star namesake, and his sisters and brother's namesakes.
If Lily's family had a thing for flowers, the Blacks had some sort of mania for stars.
Cassiopeia, Sirius' mother.
His older sister Aludra, her name signifies "maidenhood".
His older brother Atlas. "He who dares". His middle name was Altair, meaning "flying one".
Chara. "Joy". Older sister.
Sirius. Peculiarly enough, his name means, "scorching".
Thankfully, none of them had names like Betelgeuse or Nihal ("camels quenching their thirst").
But Lily had found that she wanted to know more about the stars, and found it reminded her of home. Her Mum had always described herself as star-crossed in love with her Dad, and he had this fancy for stargazing himself.
Home seemed so distant now after so many years at Hogwarts. She would never be a real muggle again, and she knew that she would truly be a part of the wizarding community once she graduated.
But that didn't mean she would forget her parents, her childhood. She would live in a wizard house, but she wouldn't dismiss her muggle ways entirely.
This Star-Keeper was a reminder of sorts, and a means of keeping her very different lives separated and still being able to reminisce.
James probably hadn't put that much thought into it, but he was a dear to give it to her anyway.
The she remembered the party was to be this afternoon, and Lily had been a nervous wreck yesterday when she had scuttled about trying to find an outfit. Petunia had complained over her extreme use of the bathroom.
***
"What are you primping for, like there'll be any boys who'd look at a freak like you", she'd said.
"Who's saying they ever look at you", Lily had muttered angrily. Regretting her comment, she was glad when it turned out Petunia hadn't heard her.
"What was that?" Petunia scowled at her.
"Oh, patience is a virtue." Lily had supplied quickly, grateful for her own fast thinking. Good thing it sounded somewhat similar.
***
Lily froze suddenly when she heard the roaring of an engine.
Right outside her window.
Looking up from under her bedcovers, Lily was startled to see Sirius, languidly leaning against his motorbike, more than 8 feet up in the air.
She cried in astonishment and leaped out of bed.
She struggled to open her window, and when she finally did she was almost panting with excitement. "What are you doing here? I mean, I know the party's today, but that's LATER, and it's ruddy six o'clock in the morning", she rambled. She blushed furiously when she added "And I'm not even properly dressed yet, you idiot, and this is a MUGGLE neighbourhood, what on earth are you THINKING showing up here, in the AIR, and ."
"Now, calm down Lily, and hold your horses." Sirius said. Thank Gryffindor he hadn't said "Don't get your knickers in a twist", or she would have been mortified.
"The muggles are fine. It's too early."
He leaned onto her windowsill, "Mind if I come in?"
"Sure, I guess." she frowned. If Petunia found him in her room, she'd never live it down with her parents.
Sirius heaved himself in, and didn't even glance at his bike, swaying slightly to the left while hovering right outside her glass.
"So, I was thinking you could dress," Lily's eyes widened, "in the bathroom or whatever" he added hastily, "and then we'd head over to James'. We're invited for breakfast with Mrs. Potter, in exchange for promising to decorate the house for this evening."
Lily looked at her watch. She'd have to get her things, dress, and leave a note for her parents all in about ten minutes if they were going to avoid Mr. Flakker. He enjoyed jogging in the early hours. She nodded to Sirius and made him keep quiet, while she got ready.
Big mistake leaving him alone.
Fine, she had a muggle house and it was undoubtedly fascinating for young wizard folk like Sirius, but he didn't have to fickle with her alarm clock.
Poor Petunia. She was horridly pale when she came into the room just when Sirius and Lily zoomed off on the bike.
They might as well have taken a spaceship for the look on her face.
Lily couldn't contain her laughter when she noticed Sirius winking at her sister, and then he put on some speed and headed northwards.
***
As Lily swung her legs over the bike after landing very nearly safely in front of Potter Manor, she sighed happily.
The front door opened, but she didn't notice she was so high on adrenaline.
She did a little skip and a turn, and threw out her arms as if flying again. She turned towards Sirius and exclaimed with all her joy how completely wonderful that trip had been.
He just smiled knowingly in return. The he looked up and spotted the greeting committee and nodded to James and Remus.
James was goggling Lily after that energy spin she did.
Lily didn't notice. She was running her fingers over the black machine, stroking it and looking at it with sparkling eyes.
James smiled at Lily's expression, he always got this giddy feeling when she was happy. Her hair looked so vibrant against the snow, and her cloak was so really fitting his throat tightened a bit. He couldn't get himself to speak just yet, so he just watched her.
"What are you naming it?" Lily asked with a manic grin. Surely Sirius would have a name for his precious motorbike.
"Black Shadow" he answered. He smiled smugly.
Lily laughed heartily and slapped the seat of the bike. "Tha's hysterical! "Black Shadow"" she imitated Sirius' proud, deep rumble of a voice.
"I like it, Sirius, really I do. Fab name. And great ride."
She skipped over to him and gave him a friendly hug. Sirius hugged her back, but then she felt him stiffen and she let go.
The look on James face was not very reassuring while Sirius had Lily's arms around him, so naturally he'd straightened up and looked awkwardly in a different direction.
Lily was a bit confused, but it wasn't really important and she turned around towards the bike again.
"I almost can't wait to go home again," she said quietly and dreamily, not noticing the others yet.
Remus couldn't stand the tension that had built up between Sirius and James within those few seconds, and promptly cleared his throat.
Lily spun around, and an enormous smile spread across her face.
"James! You bloody have to try this thing!" she squealed and ran over. She didn't hesitate a second before leaping into James and giving him a hug, and she couldn't help but give him a kiss on the far end of his cheek.
James didn't know what to say. It was all he could do to refrain from touching his cheek where she had kissed him. Kissed him. Lily, had. Kissed him. Wow.
Lily was still sort of half holding on to him, and she looked into his eyes.
She took a deep breath. "Have a happy Christmas, James?"
'Christmas? Oh, that good thing that happens once a year', he thought airily.
"Yeah, good", he said not even realising he was saying it.
Lily blushed when she noted her hands were still grabbing his jumper, and let go. She turned to greet Remus and gave him a squeeze as well.
"How was the full moon, dear?" she asked concernedly when she let go of him. Spending Boxing Day recovering from the effects of lycanthropy couldn't have brought out the spirit of Christmas.
"It went smoothly." Remus answered non-commitedly as usual.
Lily raised her eyebrows, and said that she would cheer him up.
Then she looked expectantly at James, still in a daze, and scanned the Potter estate while he got his act together. It was a beautiful landscape, it had this Scottish feeling to it.
James ushered them all inside, and at his mothers insistence they obediently went to wash their hands before meeting up in the dining room for breakfast.
Sirius helped himself to a large amount of food, and then glanced over at Mrs. Potter. Then he shared a look with Remus before saying:
"Say, Mrs. Potter, we have something of great importance to ask you."
"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously. "If this has anything to do with my shrubbery and what state it might be in", she narrowed her eyes,
".you're in serious trouble, and I mean it, not a word about Sirius/serious puns either. I just finished talking to Mrs. Almer, and she didn't speak too fondly of her last visit. You know, the one where you mixed "Hallucination Draught" into her tea. She's still having nightmares from those hyacinths."
Sirius grinned, but after losing his trail of thought after that reprimanding monologue, he looked to Remus for help. Remus cocked his head to the side and glanced over at Sirius again.
"We were just curious to whether or not you thought Garble the Grimm looked better before or after he dyed his hair purple?"
"Oh. That", Mrs. Potter said simply.
"Well, I liked it better after. Purple is a bit more 'magical' than turquoise, at least more elegant. But natural hair colour is by far my first choice."
"I agree, Mrs Potter", Sirius smirked. "Brunettes all around!" And then he raised his glass in salute to all imaginary brown haired, brown-eyed girls.
"It's blondes for me, I guess", Peter stated bravely.
"Yes, those hair colours are very nice, but I know for a fact that James is partial to redheads", Mrs. Potter said knowingly, before winking at Sirius. He only raised an eyebrow and smirked at Remus.
James spit out his pumpkin juice. Then he looked from his mother to Lily, and reddened before gulping very loudly.
Lily on the other hand, had turned a perfectly embarrassing shade of pink and politely looked down into her plate.
"Hair hair!" Remus said loudly and sniggered. He raised his glass, and said:
"Red is definitely the best hair colour!"
"Smashing! You are our sunshine Lily"; Sirius said lifting his goblet as well.
He gave James a toothy grin, and made a gesture to make him say something as well.
James blushed some more but raised his goblet, and said while making eye contact with Lily:
"Too true, Sirius. To redheads!" He said and shot a genuinely affectionate but shy smile towards her. The boys chorused all around her.
Lily thought she was going to die of embarrassment, and in front of James' mother no less.
"Die. Shameful dying in front of Mrs. Potter and all, but she had to save her self, right? Redheads and seriously humiliated girls first. RIGHT? Grab all red strands of hair firmly by the hand and proceed to nearest exit. Leave all personal belongings behind, such as nerve systems, and good sense of judgement. Die. Right now", she thought as she bit her lip and buried her face in her hands.
The boys started singing "For she's a jolly good redhead, for she's a jolly good redhead, for she's a jolly good redhead! Which nobody can deny!"
She groaned.
But her heart soared when James smiled that oh-so-endearing smile of his, and life was worth living again, at least since Mrs. Potter had retired to the living room.
And she couldn't contain her smile any longer as Peter leaned over to her and whispered softly
"I hear redheads are partial to tall, dark and handsome lads." he trailed off, nudging her arm and gesturing discreetly towards James who was now eating his breakfast trying to look anywhere but at Lily.
"What are you trying to insinuate Peter? That I have a thing for hanky pranky boys who are too much absorbed with Quidditch to pay any proper attention to (she raised her head proudly) a Lady? James and Sirius spend more time thinking about Prof. McGonagall and her reactions to their nightly charades than they do me, I'm sure. And certainly not non- platonic thoughts at that."
"Of course not. Whatever you say, Lily."
Peter said it so dismissively and so secretively that she turned around sharply to face him, but he merely tipped his head to the side and lifted his eyebrows in a confirming way before standing up and leaving the room.
But what was he confirming? That Sirius and James (blush) thought or talked about her? That was preposterous, they were such good friends, and honest with each other. Sigh. Why should she have to decipher every word those boys said? It was literature analysing all over again. Only worse, since her feelings were a part of it in this matter.
......
A/N:
Well, that's finally over, I had parts of that chapter all figured out AGES ago, and it's good to get it out. Let me know what you think. Thanks to all reviewers so far!
Is it too random? Should I leave something out? Should I add something? Is it dreadfully boring?
I mean, I KNOW there's no plot, but I happen to appreciate fluff more than plot, even though both are a part of the bunny.
Disclaimer: Motorbike name is not mine, but unfortunately I can't remember where I got it from.. If someone knows please contact me. If someone is real upset about me using it, don't hesitate to reprimand and I'll take it off.
The names in Sirius' family I got from a website about star names. I chose those particular ones because they sounded like they were a part of the Black family, and they each mean something that can be a part of their character. Simple as that.
J.K Rowling owns characters you recognize and some of their traits. Plotless plot is mine.
Happily leafing through one of her Christmas presents, a rare hardback version of "Understanding the Unfathomable"; Lily was lying in her bed thinking about the odds and ends she'd received during the years.
She had been very grateful for her presents and such last year, but she was just a tad disappointed when nearly ALL her friends had given her a book.
'Am I really that boringly bookish?' she had thought miserably.
If she had been a muggle without magic powers and many years of schooling behind her, she would have been downright livid with dismay. But as it were, she had received the most interesting books she could imagine, and was really very satisfied.
This year, however, was a bit more reassuring. Only one book, from Anna Roland, the Ravenclaw Prefect, and all the others were fascinating thing-a-loos from the wizarding world.
Sirius, the naughty boy, had given her a male-voiced mirror, charmed to sound like the Slytherin Quidditch Captain.
Thank Merlin Mr. Dagger didn't visit the Gryffindor girls dormitory so often, she could only imagine what his facial expression would be if he heard the mirror wolf-whistle at muggleborn Lily Evans with his own Irish tone.
Remus, the ever-thoughtful chum, had given her a fabulous bottle-green cloak; with special charms to keep her warm on winter Quidditch matches. Remus obviously knew what she prioritised; James on a broom over health matters, any day.
Peter, sweet lad, had apparently made an effort this year, and even dared to walk into a jewellery shop.
James, she blushed, had been even more considerate. She hadn't told a soul, and still he managed to get her exactly what she wanted. But it must have taken him a long time to find it.
Star-keepers were rare in Britain. Even Diagon Alley only carried two samples a year. A bit costly as well.
She would have bought it for herself if she hadn't needed an owl.
A Star-Keeper was almost an encyclopaedia for stars, letting you locate one star at a time, providing information about it, and a way to project an image or more info into it yourself. And you didn't even need a wand to operate it, and was naturally a must-have for Squibs interested in Astronomy.
She'd wanted it after hearing Sirius go on and on about his star namesake, and his sisters and brother's namesakes.
If Lily's family had a thing for flowers, the Blacks had some sort of mania for stars.
Cassiopeia, Sirius' mother.
His older sister Aludra, her name signifies "maidenhood".
His older brother Atlas. "He who dares". His middle name was Altair, meaning "flying one".
Chara. "Joy". Older sister.
Sirius. Peculiarly enough, his name means, "scorching".
Thankfully, none of them had names like Betelgeuse or Nihal ("camels quenching their thirst").
But Lily had found that she wanted to know more about the stars, and found it reminded her of home. Her Mum had always described herself as star-crossed in love with her Dad, and he had this fancy for stargazing himself.
Home seemed so distant now after so many years at Hogwarts. She would never be a real muggle again, and she knew that she would truly be a part of the wizarding community once she graduated.
But that didn't mean she would forget her parents, her childhood. She would live in a wizard house, but she wouldn't dismiss her muggle ways entirely.
This Star-Keeper was a reminder of sorts, and a means of keeping her very different lives separated and still being able to reminisce.
James probably hadn't put that much thought into it, but he was a dear to give it to her anyway.
The she remembered the party was to be this afternoon, and Lily had been a nervous wreck yesterday when she had scuttled about trying to find an outfit. Petunia had complained over her extreme use of the bathroom.
***
"What are you primping for, like there'll be any boys who'd look at a freak like you", she'd said.
"Who's saying they ever look at you", Lily had muttered angrily. Regretting her comment, she was glad when it turned out Petunia hadn't heard her.
"What was that?" Petunia scowled at her.
"Oh, patience is a virtue." Lily had supplied quickly, grateful for her own fast thinking. Good thing it sounded somewhat similar.
***
Lily froze suddenly when she heard the roaring of an engine.
Right outside her window.
Looking up from under her bedcovers, Lily was startled to see Sirius, languidly leaning against his motorbike, more than 8 feet up in the air.
She cried in astonishment and leaped out of bed.
She struggled to open her window, and when she finally did she was almost panting with excitement. "What are you doing here? I mean, I know the party's today, but that's LATER, and it's ruddy six o'clock in the morning", she rambled. She blushed furiously when she added "And I'm not even properly dressed yet, you idiot, and this is a MUGGLE neighbourhood, what on earth are you THINKING showing up here, in the AIR, and ."
"Now, calm down Lily, and hold your horses." Sirius said. Thank Gryffindor he hadn't said "Don't get your knickers in a twist", or she would have been mortified.
"The muggles are fine. It's too early."
He leaned onto her windowsill, "Mind if I come in?"
"Sure, I guess." she frowned. If Petunia found him in her room, she'd never live it down with her parents.
Sirius heaved himself in, and didn't even glance at his bike, swaying slightly to the left while hovering right outside her glass.
"So, I was thinking you could dress," Lily's eyes widened, "in the bathroom or whatever" he added hastily, "and then we'd head over to James'. We're invited for breakfast with Mrs. Potter, in exchange for promising to decorate the house for this evening."
Lily looked at her watch. She'd have to get her things, dress, and leave a note for her parents all in about ten minutes if they were going to avoid Mr. Flakker. He enjoyed jogging in the early hours. She nodded to Sirius and made him keep quiet, while she got ready.
Big mistake leaving him alone.
Fine, she had a muggle house and it was undoubtedly fascinating for young wizard folk like Sirius, but he didn't have to fickle with her alarm clock.
Poor Petunia. She was horridly pale when she came into the room just when Sirius and Lily zoomed off on the bike.
They might as well have taken a spaceship for the look on her face.
Lily couldn't contain her laughter when she noticed Sirius winking at her sister, and then he put on some speed and headed northwards.
***
As Lily swung her legs over the bike after landing very nearly safely in front of Potter Manor, she sighed happily.
The front door opened, but she didn't notice she was so high on adrenaline.
She did a little skip and a turn, and threw out her arms as if flying again. She turned towards Sirius and exclaimed with all her joy how completely wonderful that trip had been.
He just smiled knowingly in return. The he looked up and spotted the greeting committee and nodded to James and Remus.
James was goggling Lily after that energy spin she did.
Lily didn't notice. She was running her fingers over the black machine, stroking it and looking at it with sparkling eyes.
James smiled at Lily's expression, he always got this giddy feeling when she was happy. Her hair looked so vibrant against the snow, and her cloak was so really fitting his throat tightened a bit. He couldn't get himself to speak just yet, so he just watched her.
"What are you naming it?" Lily asked with a manic grin. Surely Sirius would have a name for his precious motorbike.
"Black Shadow" he answered. He smiled smugly.
Lily laughed heartily and slapped the seat of the bike. "Tha's hysterical! "Black Shadow"" she imitated Sirius' proud, deep rumble of a voice.
"I like it, Sirius, really I do. Fab name. And great ride."
She skipped over to him and gave him a friendly hug. Sirius hugged her back, but then she felt him stiffen and she let go.
The look on James face was not very reassuring while Sirius had Lily's arms around him, so naturally he'd straightened up and looked awkwardly in a different direction.
Lily was a bit confused, but it wasn't really important and she turned around towards the bike again.
"I almost can't wait to go home again," she said quietly and dreamily, not noticing the others yet.
Remus couldn't stand the tension that had built up between Sirius and James within those few seconds, and promptly cleared his throat.
Lily spun around, and an enormous smile spread across her face.
"James! You bloody have to try this thing!" she squealed and ran over. She didn't hesitate a second before leaping into James and giving him a hug, and she couldn't help but give him a kiss on the far end of his cheek.
James didn't know what to say. It was all he could do to refrain from touching his cheek where she had kissed him. Kissed him. Lily, had. Kissed him. Wow.
Lily was still sort of half holding on to him, and she looked into his eyes.
She took a deep breath. "Have a happy Christmas, James?"
'Christmas? Oh, that good thing that happens once a year', he thought airily.
"Yeah, good", he said not even realising he was saying it.
Lily blushed when she noted her hands were still grabbing his jumper, and let go. She turned to greet Remus and gave him a squeeze as well.
"How was the full moon, dear?" she asked concernedly when she let go of him. Spending Boxing Day recovering from the effects of lycanthropy couldn't have brought out the spirit of Christmas.
"It went smoothly." Remus answered non-commitedly as usual.
Lily raised her eyebrows, and said that she would cheer him up.
Then she looked expectantly at James, still in a daze, and scanned the Potter estate while he got his act together. It was a beautiful landscape, it had this Scottish feeling to it.
James ushered them all inside, and at his mothers insistence they obediently went to wash their hands before meeting up in the dining room for breakfast.
Sirius helped himself to a large amount of food, and then glanced over at Mrs. Potter. Then he shared a look with Remus before saying:
"Say, Mrs. Potter, we have something of great importance to ask you."
"What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously. "If this has anything to do with my shrubbery and what state it might be in", she narrowed her eyes,
".you're in serious trouble, and I mean it, not a word about Sirius/serious puns either. I just finished talking to Mrs. Almer, and she didn't speak too fondly of her last visit. You know, the one where you mixed "Hallucination Draught" into her tea. She's still having nightmares from those hyacinths."
Sirius grinned, but after losing his trail of thought after that reprimanding monologue, he looked to Remus for help. Remus cocked his head to the side and glanced over at Sirius again.
"We were just curious to whether or not you thought Garble the Grimm looked better before or after he dyed his hair purple?"
"Oh. That", Mrs. Potter said simply.
"Well, I liked it better after. Purple is a bit more 'magical' than turquoise, at least more elegant. But natural hair colour is by far my first choice."
"I agree, Mrs Potter", Sirius smirked. "Brunettes all around!" And then he raised his glass in salute to all imaginary brown haired, brown-eyed girls.
"It's blondes for me, I guess", Peter stated bravely.
"Yes, those hair colours are very nice, but I know for a fact that James is partial to redheads", Mrs. Potter said knowingly, before winking at Sirius. He only raised an eyebrow and smirked at Remus.
James spit out his pumpkin juice. Then he looked from his mother to Lily, and reddened before gulping very loudly.
Lily on the other hand, had turned a perfectly embarrassing shade of pink and politely looked down into her plate.
"Hair hair!" Remus said loudly and sniggered. He raised his glass, and said:
"Red is definitely the best hair colour!"
"Smashing! You are our sunshine Lily"; Sirius said lifting his goblet as well.
He gave James a toothy grin, and made a gesture to make him say something as well.
James blushed some more but raised his goblet, and said while making eye contact with Lily:
"Too true, Sirius. To redheads!" He said and shot a genuinely affectionate but shy smile towards her. The boys chorused all around her.
Lily thought she was going to die of embarrassment, and in front of James' mother no less.
"Die. Shameful dying in front of Mrs. Potter and all, but she had to save her self, right? Redheads and seriously humiliated girls first. RIGHT? Grab all red strands of hair firmly by the hand and proceed to nearest exit. Leave all personal belongings behind, such as nerve systems, and good sense of judgement. Die. Right now", she thought as she bit her lip and buried her face in her hands.
The boys started singing "For she's a jolly good redhead, for she's a jolly good redhead, for she's a jolly good redhead! Which nobody can deny!"
She groaned.
But her heart soared when James smiled that oh-so-endearing smile of his, and life was worth living again, at least since Mrs. Potter had retired to the living room.
And she couldn't contain her smile any longer as Peter leaned over to her and whispered softly
"I hear redheads are partial to tall, dark and handsome lads." he trailed off, nudging her arm and gesturing discreetly towards James who was now eating his breakfast trying to look anywhere but at Lily.
"What are you trying to insinuate Peter? That I have a thing for hanky pranky boys who are too much absorbed with Quidditch to pay any proper attention to (she raised her head proudly) a Lady? James and Sirius spend more time thinking about Prof. McGonagall and her reactions to their nightly charades than they do me, I'm sure. And certainly not non- platonic thoughts at that."
"Of course not. Whatever you say, Lily."
Peter said it so dismissively and so secretively that she turned around sharply to face him, but he merely tipped his head to the side and lifted his eyebrows in a confirming way before standing up and leaving the room.
But what was he confirming? That Sirius and James (blush) thought or talked about her? That was preposterous, they were such good friends, and honest with each other. Sigh. Why should she have to decipher every word those boys said? It was literature analysing all over again. Only worse, since her feelings were a part of it in this matter.
......
A/N:
Well, that's finally over, I had parts of that chapter all figured out AGES ago, and it's good to get it out. Let me know what you think. Thanks to all reviewers so far!
Is it too random? Should I leave something out? Should I add something? Is it dreadfully boring?
I mean, I KNOW there's no plot, but I happen to appreciate fluff more than plot, even though both are a part of the bunny.
Disclaimer: Motorbike name is not mine, but unfortunately I can't remember where I got it from.. If someone knows please contact me. If someone is real upset about me using it, don't hesitate to reprimand and I'll take it off.
The names in Sirius' family I got from a website about star names. I chose those particular ones because they sounded like they were a part of the Black family, and they each mean something that can be a part of their character. Simple as that.
J.K Rowling owns characters you recognize and some of their traits. Plotless plot is mine.