Disclaimer: Nope. No matter how much I beg, Harry Potter will never
belong to me. But then again, no matter how much anyone else begs,
Guenevere Tapest will only ever be mine and mine only. Muwahahahahaha!
A/N: Sorry I spelled Peter Pettigrews name incorrectly in my first chapter but it's okay in my second. Oh well, who cares about him anyway? I also spelled one of my reviewer's name wrong. I meant Geneveva and I typed it right but my cursed computer changed it. Anyway, thanks again Geneveva.
Queen Cari: Thank you so much! I'm glad that you don't think that my story could get a flame but unfortunately I still have to step carefully. Please enjoy this chapter!
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Guenevere recovered from most of her anger and humiliation nearly as quickly as they had swept upon her. She made her way down to the common room where a wild party was raging to celebrate the Quidditch victory. Hoping against hope to be unnoticed, she plopped herself down on the couch that sat nearest the fire. Although it would have been easier to go unnoticed in the dorm, Guenevere felt afraid of being alone; it was a problem she had been faced with since her father left her and she feared that it would stay with her forever.
She stared transfixed at the fire with a wonder. How she loved the fire; she loved how the flames seemed to dance around, how they seemed to reproduce or else become one before her very eyes, how the colors could not be determined because they flickered and changed faster then the blink of an eye. Guenevere loved how the fire's heat could be so addictive, how it could draw her in as if a rope were pulling her, but she dared not get too close.
Suddenly, Guenevere was woken from her stupor by the last person she wanted to see. Leaning over the back of the couch, was Sirius Black with a mischievous glint in his eye and his famous smile that lured so many girls into his trap. "How was the date?" he asked, smile not even flickering a bit.
"Fine thanks," she lied shortly, still staring at the fire, more so that she wouldn't have to look into the eyes of her humiliator then to actually muse over the now annoying flames.
"I noticed that you weren't there at the end of the match," he said, allowing a slight smirk to pierce his charming smirk.
"Well, I don't know why you were so interested that you would notice my absence," she replied furiously, not faltering in her speech nor her gaze on the teasing flames.
"Now, don't flatter yourself," he said jokingly, "You're not the sweetest sugar quill, you know."
She blushed and finally turned to face him, "Well at least *I* can admit it!" she spat at him. She got up to go up to her dormitory.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" he asked her, eyebrows raised, the corners of his grin twitching.
"It means that you are a self-absorbed, arrogant, overly conceited, egotistical, git who I wouldn't go out with if it depended on you and me to save the wizarding race!" she huffed out, standing rigid with anger.
"Okay, first of all, basically every word you used to describe me meant the same thing, and second, why would I want to go out with someone as sour as you?" he asked her.
"I honestly don't know considering I am quite different from the fifty or so worshipping girls you have gone out with!"
Sirius snorted and shook his head at the floor, still smiling.
"Sirius Black you are unbelievable!" She yelled and then ran to her dorm.
"I am, aren't I?" he said to the large group of people who had been watching. Some snorted and others laughed in agreement but they all knew it was true.
"You know mate," said James with a grin, "you might want to give it a rest with that one."
"Nah, she knows she wants me," he said shaking hair out of his eyes.
Everyone laughed heartily and then began partying wildly again.
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Guenevere had been embarrassed twice in one day by the same person but was not about to let Sirius Black have the satisfaction of doing it again. She could only imagine how foolish she must have looked yelling at the oh-so- charming-and-handsome Sirius Black as he stood there staring at her unscathed by the most hurtful words she could chuck at him. It was true, she had heard the laughs follow her up to her dorm and had dreamed of Sirius Black's jeering face. He was the most unbelievably full-headed person ever!
Still flustered, she sat quietly in her last class, Potions, the next day, snapping at anyone who dared speak even a monosyllabic word to her. If she had been a bird, her feathers would have been beyond uncomfortably ruffled. When she had finished her potion, put a sample of it in a glass cylinder, and received her A on the potion, she packed her bag and prepared to leave behind the rest of the class. What she hadn't counted on was an encounter with Severus Snape.
"Well, well, well . . .what have we here? You seem to have lost your little friends and don't know where to find them. And I thought it was a Gryffindor trend to move in packs, despite their 'bravery'. But perhaps you don't want the infamous James Potter and his freaky friends to help you."
"Leave me alone, you slimy . . . . Snivelus!" she growled at him.
"Finally grown a backbone, have you Tapest?" he sneered, "Not the quiet girl who used hide behind Sirius Black and your mudblood friend anymore are you?"
"I never hid behind that arse!" she exclaimed angrily, ignoring the comment about her friend.
"Ah . . . that's what he is now, is he? No matter, he's not here so I can use you to get back at him for being more then just an arse," he raised his wand with a lingering smirk.
"You don't really want to do that right outside of your last class, now do you Snivelus?" Guenevere peered around Snape to see Sirius standing about ten feet behind him with his own wand raised. Behind him was Remus Lupin who had apparently chosen to tag along.
With Snape's back turned to her, she ran past the whole scene livid, but knowing that no harm would come to her with Sirius and Lupin there. She fled into the common room and was gasping for air when she realized that Remus had followed her.
Guenevere liked Remus quite a bit. He was intelligent and understanding but in all her years knowing him she knew that there was something odd about him, although she couldn't place it.
"You have to forgive Sirius," he said sounding sorry himself.
"I don't have to do anything," she replied in a voice that she wouldn't usually use with Remus, "and I don't have to thank him or you. I could have handled Snape fine myself, thank you."
"I'm sure you could have," he said with a smile and eyes that seemed to look into the depths of her soul.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly after realizing how harsh she sounded and before he could say another word she slipped into an armchair and began working studiously on her homework.
Long after Sirius Black had entered the common room and joined James in a game of Wizards Chess, Peter Pettigrew had nearly caught himself on fire, and Lily and Diana had gone over to talk to her, Guenevere finally went off to bed. When she got to her bed however, she found something lying in her bed that she had not put there.
Tied together with a red ribbon was a bouquet of sugar quills. A small piece of parchment next to it read 'Sorry I'm an arse.'
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A/N: Tell me what you think in a review, tell me what I should improve in a review, tell me what you had to eat today in a review, just review!!! Sorry my chapters aren't that long but I try to update quickly. Ugh . . .homework.
A/N: Sorry I spelled Peter Pettigrews name incorrectly in my first chapter but it's okay in my second. Oh well, who cares about him anyway? I also spelled one of my reviewer's name wrong. I meant Geneveva and I typed it right but my cursed computer changed it. Anyway, thanks again Geneveva.
Queen Cari: Thank you so much! I'm glad that you don't think that my story could get a flame but unfortunately I still have to step carefully. Please enjoy this chapter!
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Guenevere recovered from most of her anger and humiliation nearly as quickly as they had swept upon her. She made her way down to the common room where a wild party was raging to celebrate the Quidditch victory. Hoping against hope to be unnoticed, she plopped herself down on the couch that sat nearest the fire. Although it would have been easier to go unnoticed in the dorm, Guenevere felt afraid of being alone; it was a problem she had been faced with since her father left her and she feared that it would stay with her forever.
She stared transfixed at the fire with a wonder. How she loved the fire; she loved how the flames seemed to dance around, how they seemed to reproduce or else become one before her very eyes, how the colors could not be determined because they flickered and changed faster then the blink of an eye. Guenevere loved how the fire's heat could be so addictive, how it could draw her in as if a rope were pulling her, but she dared not get too close.
Suddenly, Guenevere was woken from her stupor by the last person she wanted to see. Leaning over the back of the couch, was Sirius Black with a mischievous glint in his eye and his famous smile that lured so many girls into his trap. "How was the date?" he asked, smile not even flickering a bit.
"Fine thanks," she lied shortly, still staring at the fire, more so that she wouldn't have to look into the eyes of her humiliator then to actually muse over the now annoying flames.
"I noticed that you weren't there at the end of the match," he said, allowing a slight smirk to pierce his charming smirk.
"Well, I don't know why you were so interested that you would notice my absence," she replied furiously, not faltering in her speech nor her gaze on the teasing flames.
"Now, don't flatter yourself," he said jokingly, "You're not the sweetest sugar quill, you know."
She blushed and finally turned to face him, "Well at least *I* can admit it!" she spat at him. She got up to go up to her dormitory.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" he asked her, eyebrows raised, the corners of his grin twitching.
"It means that you are a self-absorbed, arrogant, overly conceited, egotistical, git who I wouldn't go out with if it depended on you and me to save the wizarding race!" she huffed out, standing rigid with anger.
"Okay, first of all, basically every word you used to describe me meant the same thing, and second, why would I want to go out with someone as sour as you?" he asked her.
"I honestly don't know considering I am quite different from the fifty or so worshipping girls you have gone out with!"
Sirius snorted and shook his head at the floor, still smiling.
"Sirius Black you are unbelievable!" She yelled and then ran to her dorm.
"I am, aren't I?" he said to the large group of people who had been watching. Some snorted and others laughed in agreement but they all knew it was true.
"You know mate," said James with a grin, "you might want to give it a rest with that one."
"Nah, she knows she wants me," he said shaking hair out of his eyes.
Everyone laughed heartily and then began partying wildly again.
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Guenevere had been embarrassed twice in one day by the same person but was not about to let Sirius Black have the satisfaction of doing it again. She could only imagine how foolish she must have looked yelling at the oh-so- charming-and-handsome Sirius Black as he stood there staring at her unscathed by the most hurtful words she could chuck at him. It was true, she had heard the laughs follow her up to her dorm and had dreamed of Sirius Black's jeering face. He was the most unbelievably full-headed person ever!
Still flustered, she sat quietly in her last class, Potions, the next day, snapping at anyone who dared speak even a monosyllabic word to her. If she had been a bird, her feathers would have been beyond uncomfortably ruffled. When she had finished her potion, put a sample of it in a glass cylinder, and received her A on the potion, she packed her bag and prepared to leave behind the rest of the class. What she hadn't counted on was an encounter with Severus Snape.
"Well, well, well . . .what have we here? You seem to have lost your little friends and don't know where to find them. And I thought it was a Gryffindor trend to move in packs, despite their 'bravery'. But perhaps you don't want the infamous James Potter and his freaky friends to help you."
"Leave me alone, you slimy . . . . Snivelus!" she growled at him.
"Finally grown a backbone, have you Tapest?" he sneered, "Not the quiet girl who used hide behind Sirius Black and your mudblood friend anymore are you?"
"I never hid behind that arse!" she exclaimed angrily, ignoring the comment about her friend.
"Ah . . . that's what he is now, is he? No matter, he's not here so I can use you to get back at him for being more then just an arse," he raised his wand with a lingering smirk.
"You don't really want to do that right outside of your last class, now do you Snivelus?" Guenevere peered around Snape to see Sirius standing about ten feet behind him with his own wand raised. Behind him was Remus Lupin who had apparently chosen to tag along.
With Snape's back turned to her, she ran past the whole scene livid, but knowing that no harm would come to her with Sirius and Lupin there. She fled into the common room and was gasping for air when she realized that Remus had followed her.
Guenevere liked Remus quite a bit. He was intelligent and understanding but in all her years knowing him she knew that there was something odd about him, although she couldn't place it.
"You have to forgive Sirius," he said sounding sorry himself.
"I don't have to do anything," she replied in a voice that she wouldn't usually use with Remus, "and I don't have to thank him or you. I could have handled Snape fine myself, thank you."
"I'm sure you could have," he said with a smile and eyes that seemed to look into the depths of her soul.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly after realizing how harsh she sounded and before he could say another word she slipped into an armchair and began working studiously on her homework.
Long after Sirius Black had entered the common room and joined James in a game of Wizards Chess, Peter Pettigrew had nearly caught himself on fire, and Lily and Diana had gone over to talk to her, Guenevere finally went off to bed. When she got to her bed however, she found something lying in her bed that she had not put there.
Tied together with a red ribbon was a bouquet of sugar quills. A small piece of parchment next to it read 'Sorry I'm an arse.'
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A/N: Tell me what you think in a review, tell me what I should improve in a review, tell me what you had to eat today in a review, just review!!! Sorry my chapters aren't that long but I try to update quickly. Ugh . . .homework.