Close on Omniscience***Chapter 6
"Isn't that her?" Lily asked, pointing toward the Ravenclaw table with her spoon. Breakfast that morning was rather routine: porridge, fruit, cereal, and a spot of yogurt and milk รก la carte. James, Sirius, Peter, Remus, and Lily sat together at the long Gryffindor table. "What's her name, anyway?"
"Sara," Sirius said, breathing it out. "Sara Cairns."
"Sara Cairns? She's supposed to be, like, the last descendant of one of those big wizard families. She's not even pureblood, she's half."
"How do you know all that?" Sirius asked. "I, personally, would be slightly frightened if someone could know my entire family history."
"Sirius Black, son of Ignatius Black, celebrated local photographer of magical wildlife for "Magical Monsters Monthly", and Perenelle Black, researcher and proprietor of the Snidget Sanctuary in Sussex. The couple is currently divorced. Ignatius is the son of the town drunk in New Hampton-" James rattled off.
"Sod off," sniffed Sirius, lightly punching James in the arm. "You're barking mad."
"And absolutely correct, my dear Padfoot," James said with a signature grandeur. Lily stared at them, trying to read their faces.
"Why do you call him that?" she asked for near on the hundredth time. "I'm quite sure he doesn't get weekly bunion scrapes. And you call yourself Prongs, but you're not a fork, or at least I think you're not-"
"Lily, darling, some things must remain in the brotherhood," James said stroking her hair in a teasing way.
"What brotherhood?" she laughed. "You're just four friends running around causing trouble."
"Best friends," Remus amended.
"Why can't I be a part of the brotherhood? I don't have any girlfriends to associate with, not such as the likes of you," Lily fussed. Sirius and James gave her identical pained looks, as if they were parents explaining why their four-year-old needed to eat their vegetables.
"You're too perfect. You have a good record and it would be awful to have us stain or scratch it, with our idiotic childish pranks and what not," James said carefully. Sirius shot him an impressed glance; they had not thought of this excuse before. Lily seemed to accept it.
"Are you going to ask her to the dance?" She reverted back to the old topic. Sirius glanced sideways.
"I don't know," he said plainly. It was not often he said this, or at least outside of the classroom. When it came to the strange Ravenclaw, he didn't have many answers.
"That reminds me," James said lightly, pulling a small, white flower out of the lapel of his school robe. "Lily, darling, would you grace me with your presence as my partner at the Dance of All Hallows Eve?" She took the flower gingerly, twisting the stem gingerly in between her fingers.
"Hm, we do have a pickle, don't we," she sighed mockingly, twirling the flower. "I want to know what the nickname Prongs means, but James wants to know if I will go to the school dance."
"I have big ears," James said awkwardly. "We think they look like the antlers of a stag."
"Well, a lie for a lie," Lily said, getting red with anger in the face. "Yes, I will go with you to the dance, James." Then she departed, getting off the bench and setting off early for Charms class.
"Ohhhhh," Remus laughed.
"Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrn," Sirius screeched. James swatted them both.
"Well, there's still a week," Peter said. "You can still convince her. At least you're farther than Padfoot."
"Farther than you. You haven't even got a girl on your radar screen," Sirius said quickly to his defense.
"And that Sara girl is on yours?" Remus challenged.
"No. Well, I mean, um." Sirius stammered.
"She's on the list," Remus amended. Remus was great that way; he never wanted to actually embarrass or humiliate anyone. A laugh was only good if all were laughing, as he far as he was concerned.
"Yeah. I guess so." They left it at that, finishing the morning meal and heading off to Charms lessons.
"Isn't that her?" Lily asked, pointing toward the Ravenclaw table with her spoon. Breakfast that morning was rather routine: porridge, fruit, cereal, and a spot of yogurt and milk รก la carte. James, Sirius, Peter, Remus, and Lily sat together at the long Gryffindor table. "What's her name, anyway?"
"Sara," Sirius said, breathing it out. "Sara Cairns."
"Sara Cairns? She's supposed to be, like, the last descendant of one of those big wizard families. She's not even pureblood, she's half."
"How do you know all that?" Sirius asked. "I, personally, would be slightly frightened if someone could know my entire family history."
"Sirius Black, son of Ignatius Black, celebrated local photographer of magical wildlife for "Magical Monsters Monthly", and Perenelle Black, researcher and proprietor of the Snidget Sanctuary in Sussex. The couple is currently divorced. Ignatius is the son of the town drunk in New Hampton-" James rattled off.
"Sod off," sniffed Sirius, lightly punching James in the arm. "You're barking mad."
"And absolutely correct, my dear Padfoot," James said with a signature grandeur. Lily stared at them, trying to read their faces.
"Why do you call him that?" she asked for near on the hundredth time. "I'm quite sure he doesn't get weekly bunion scrapes. And you call yourself Prongs, but you're not a fork, or at least I think you're not-"
"Lily, darling, some things must remain in the brotherhood," James said stroking her hair in a teasing way.
"What brotherhood?" she laughed. "You're just four friends running around causing trouble."
"Best friends," Remus amended.
"Why can't I be a part of the brotherhood? I don't have any girlfriends to associate with, not such as the likes of you," Lily fussed. Sirius and James gave her identical pained looks, as if they were parents explaining why their four-year-old needed to eat their vegetables.
"You're too perfect. You have a good record and it would be awful to have us stain or scratch it, with our idiotic childish pranks and what not," James said carefully. Sirius shot him an impressed glance; they had not thought of this excuse before. Lily seemed to accept it.
"Are you going to ask her to the dance?" She reverted back to the old topic. Sirius glanced sideways.
"I don't know," he said plainly. It was not often he said this, or at least outside of the classroom. When it came to the strange Ravenclaw, he didn't have many answers.
"That reminds me," James said lightly, pulling a small, white flower out of the lapel of his school robe. "Lily, darling, would you grace me with your presence as my partner at the Dance of All Hallows Eve?" She took the flower gingerly, twisting the stem gingerly in between her fingers.
"Hm, we do have a pickle, don't we," she sighed mockingly, twirling the flower. "I want to know what the nickname Prongs means, but James wants to know if I will go to the school dance."
"I have big ears," James said awkwardly. "We think they look like the antlers of a stag."
"Well, a lie for a lie," Lily said, getting red with anger in the face. "Yes, I will go with you to the dance, James." Then she departed, getting off the bench and setting off early for Charms class.
"Ohhhhh," Remus laughed.
"Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrn," Sirius screeched. James swatted them both.
"Well, there's still a week," Peter said. "You can still convince her. At least you're farther than Padfoot."
"Farther than you. You haven't even got a girl on your radar screen," Sirius said quickly to his defense.
"And that Sara girl is on yours?" Remus challenged.
"No. Well, I mean, um." Sirius stammered.
"She's on the list," Remus amended. Remus was great that way; he never wanted to actually embarrass or humiliate anyone. A laugh was only good if all were laughing, as he far as he was concerned.
"Yeah. I guess so." They left it at that, finishing the morning meal and heading off to Charms lessons.