Author's note: Ugh! I'm so freaking sorry everyone! I haven't updated in
such a long time. Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter and no
thanks to Pssh. () because in no way whatsoever I could improve if you
don't put examples. Anyways I'm not going to rant about that because I'm
better than that. About this chapter. It's weird but it's going into the
deep feelings of Sirius and why he's like what he's like now. I was
inspired today to write about it. I guess it's because I've been thinking
about my future.
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Classes were over for the day and everyone had either settled down in the common room or gone off gallivanting with their friends. Everyone, except Sirius. Since James' problems had been solved, he had more time to worry about himself. Sirius finally started to realize that life wasn't just fun and games. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to not grow up. Relationships were complicated. Getting a job, it just took too much work. His friends always joked and laughed but they were seventeen now and soon they would be out on their own.
Sirius sighed and welcomed the softness of the couch he sat on. "If only I could stay this way forever," he thought to himself. The dim lights and the warmth of the common room slowly rocked Sirius into a deep sleep.
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"Padfoot. Wakey wakey time!" A sing-songy voice taunted Sirius who was just waking. He opened his eyes and there stood his best friends; James, Reamus and Peter.
"Come on! It's time for breakfast," James said pulling Sirius up by his arm. The word "breakfast" made Sirius jump to his feet and the four of them made their way to the Great Hall.
When they reached the second floor, Sirius was stopped by Hex. "Hey," he said softly, "Long time no see. Hey guys! I'll catch up later k?" Sirius shooed away his friends.
"Cut the crap," Hex spat and pulled him towards her. "Kiss me." Sirius obliged and kissed her tenderly.
"Tell me you love me," Hex whispered in his ear between kisses, "Tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with me."
Sirius pushed her off. "Whoa, whoa whoa! Hex, this ain't some serious relationship! I just want to have some fun."
Hex's eyes burned with hatred. Her face tensed as she grew more anger. "You don't love me?!?"
"I don't know! I haven't known you that long and-." Suddenly Hex slapped him, her robe sliding up just a little bit so Sirius could see the Dark Mark on her forearm.
"You're-," Sirius stopped himself. His heart was tearing apart inside him. He could feel his stomach acids churning. Sirius knew this feeling. Reject; something that he had always felt from his family. But this time it hurt more.
"Too afraid to say it? Come on, baby, why don't you join us? It'll be fun. No rules, no restrictions, no more school work."
"No." They were only two little letters, but they were the hardest thing for Sirius to say.
"I'll make you join us. Just wait and see."
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The Great Hall was a mess of colours and sounds. Brightly coloured food lined the table and eager children and teenagers stared at it in delight. Peter, of course, was the only one not staring. He just dug in as usual, not stopping to realize he just put gravy on his pie. Reamus cringed in disgust and tried to tell him, but Peter wasn't listening.
"Where's Padfoot gone to anyway?" James asked Reamus.
"Probably off somewhere with Hex. She's weird, you know what I mean? Kind of the jealous type. She's trouble."
"Don't be such a worry wort!" James said slapping Reamus on the back. "Hey look! There he is now!"
Sirius entered the Great Hall, his hand rubbing his reddened face. His emotions were a mess. Anger, hatred, confusion, heartbreak. meshed all into one. As he sat down beside James, he wondered, would it really be so bad to join Voldemort? His cousin, Bellatrix, was a Deatheater and her life was fine, aside from that painful mark on her left arm. Sirius cringed at the thought.
"No," he thought, "I won't sink that low."
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Lily Evans sat at the far end of the Gryffindor table, pondering about nothing at all. She twirled her red hair in her finger, and hummed a sweet song. The air around her was filled with the sweet smell of the autumn harvest. Lily glanced down the table, towards James. When he turned to face her, she smiled sweetly, her rose coloured lips turned ever so slightly at the edges. James, being the jokester, stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes. Lily snorted at his immature gesture and decided to play along. She pulled her ears out puffed up her face like a monkey. "I wouldn't do that too long Evans," a poisoness voice came from behind her. "Your face might stay that way, making you uglier than you already are."
"Afraid I might take the title away from you Severus?" Lily retorted. Her friends giggled as she rolled her eyes.
"Bite me," Snape spit.
"Where and how hard?" Lily's friends cried a squeaky "ew!" and laughed even harder.
Snape shuddered. "Even thinking about your filthy mudblood lips anywhere near my skin makes me gag."
The laughter quieted down at his remark. "What did you say?"
"Would you like me to repeat it? Or shall I write you a note?"
Lily wasn't surprised at Snape's remark, it was her anger that surprised her. Lily never really was angry about his crude teasing until now. She smirked at her friends and grabbed the nearest pie. It just so happened to be a banana cream pie; perfect for throwing. Lily grabbed it and pushed it into Snape's face.
"Finally you might take a shower."
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Classes were over for the day and everyone had either settled down in the common room or gone off gallivanting with their friends. Everyone, except Sirius. Since James' problems had been solved, he had more time to worry about himself. Sirius finally started to realize that life wasn't just fun and games. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to not grow up. Relationships were complicated. Getting a job, it just took too much work. His friends always joked and laughed but they were seventeen now and soon they would be out on their own.
Sirius sighed and welcomed the softness of the couch he sat on. "If only I could stay this way forever," he thought to himself. The dim lights and the warmth of the common room slowly rocked Sirius into a deep sleep.
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"Padfoot. Wakey wakey time!" A sing-songy voice taunted Sirius who was just waking. He opened his eyes and there stood his best friends; James, Reamus and Peter.
"Come on! It's time for breakfast," James said pulling Sirius up by his arm. The word "breakfast" made Sirius jump to his feet and the four of them made their way to the Great Hall.
When they reached the second floor, Sirius was stopped by Hex. "Hey," he said softly, "Long time no see. Hey guys! I'll catch up later k?" Sirius shooed away his friends.
"Cut the crap," Hex spat and pulled him towards her. "Kiss me." Sirius obliged and kissed her tenderly.
"Tell me you love me," Hex whispered in his ear between kisses, "Tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with me."
Sirius pushed her off. "Whoa, whoa whoa! Hex, this ain't some serious relationship! I just want to have some fun."
Hex's eyes burned with hatred. Her face tensed as she grew more anger. "You don't love me?!?"
"I don't know! I haven't known you that long and-." Suddenly Hex slapped him, her robe sliding up just a little bit so Sirius could see the Dark Mark on her forearm.
"You're-," Sirius stopped himself. His heart was tearing apart inside him. He could feel his stomach acids churning. Sirius knew this feeling. Reject; something that he had always felt from his family. But this time it hurt more.
"Too afraid to say it? Come on, baby, why don't you join us? It'll be fun. No rules, no restrictions, no more school work."
"No." They were only two little letters, but they were the hardest thing for Sirius to say.
"I'll make you join us. Just wait and see."
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The Great Hall was a mess of colours and sounds. Brightly coloured food lined the table and eager children and teenagers stared at it in delight. Peter, of course, was the only one not staring. He just dug in as usual, not stopping to realize he just put gravy on his pie. Reamus cringed in disgust and tried to tell him, but Peter wasn't listening.
"Where's Padfoot gone to anyway?" James asked Reamus.
"Probably off somewhere with Hex. She's weird, you know what I mean? Kind of the jealous type. She's trouble."
"Don't be such a worry wort!" James said slapping Reamus on the back. "Hey look! There he is now!"
Sirius entered the Great Hall, his hand rubbing his reddened face. His emotions were a mess. Anger, hatred, confusion, heartbreak. meshed all into one. As he sat down beside James, he wondered, would it really be so bad to join Voldemort? His cousin, Bellatrix, was a Deatheater and her life was fine, aside from that painful mark on her left arm. Sirius cringed at the thought.
"No," he thought, "I won't sink that low."
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Lily Evans sat at the far end of the Gryffindor table, pondering about nothing at all. She twirled her red hair in her finger, and hummed a sweet song. The air around her was filled with the sweet smell of the autumn harvest. Lily glanced down the table, towards James. When he turned to face her, she smiled sweetly, her rose coloured lips turned ever so slightly at the edges. James, being the jokester, stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes. Lily snorted at his immature gesture and decided to play along. She pulled her ears out puffed up her face like a monkey. "I wouldn't do that too long Evans," a poisoness voice came from behind her. "Your face might stay that way, making you uglier than you already are."
"Afraid I might take the title away from you Severus?" Lily retorted. Her friends giggled as she rolled her eyes.
"Bite me," Snape spit.
"Where and how hard?" Lily's friends cried a squeaky "ew!" and laughed even harder.
Snape shuddered. "Even thinking about your filthy mudblood lips anywhere near my skin makes me gag."
The laughter quieted down at his remark. "What did you say?"
"Would you like me to repeat it? Or shall I write you a note?"
Lily wasn't surprised at Snape's remark, it was her anger that surprised her. Lily never really was angry about his crude teasing until now. She smirked at her friends and grabbed the nearest pie. It just so happened to be a banana cream pie; perfect for throwing. Lily grabbed it and pushed it into Snape's face.
"Finally you might take a shower."