CHAPTER NINE
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It's funny, I'm in hospital wing, but I'm having a great conversation with Peter and I don't feel sick at all.
"Well? What happened with Sirius and Shana? How did they get together?" Peter asks urgently. He loves gossip. I know, weird for a guy.
"Well, it was after the quidditch match that we lost to Slytherin," I begin.
"Lost?¿?" Peter says in surprise.
"Yeah, Sirius was so smitten with Shana, he couldn't bear to hit a bludger at her," I explain.
"Isn't that sweet?" Peter says grinning.
"We were in the hall and Sirius had collapsed from embarrassment into his ice cream bowl…"
"Sirius! Hey, oi! Shana's coming this way!" I poked Sirius in the arm.
"What?! Hide me!" Sirius scrambled to hide under the table.
"Don't be stupid!" Bertha said, pulling him up, "This is a great chance to talk to her."
Shana walked casually down the table, a hundred admiring glances were thrown in her direction. She stopped where we were sitting.
"Hey Lily! Great game," Shana smiled at me.
"Yeah, you too," I said.
"So, um, Sirius, can I talk to you?"
Sirius threw me a look of annoyance, stood up, and followed Shana out of the hall, with almost every eye on the two of them. Bertha and I followed shortly after to keep an eye on Sirius. We arrived at a garden, just out of earshot of them. I performed an eavesdropping charm on Bertha and myself.
"So…" Shana said.
"You f-flew well," Sirius stuttered.
"Um, thank you, you too," Shana said.
An awkward silence.
"Oh, come on Lily, hurry up, you don't need to tell me about the awkward silences!" Peter interrupts.
"Why didn't you hit the bludger at me?" Shana asked after a long pause.
"I…" Sirius was lost for words.
"I mean, you would've won if you had. Didn't your captain go crazy at you for not moving?"
"Well, yeah, he was going insane at me, actually, at everyone!" Sirius laughed nervously, "I just, I… um…"
There was another silence. Bertha and I could practically hear Sirius' heart beating, the insects moving, the wind blowing, Shana's feet shuffle-
"Lily! Stop it! The suspense is killing me!" Peter moans.
"Sorry, it's just funny to annoy you!" I continue with my story.
"I like you. I thought I'd told you this before. I love your hair, your smile, eyes, everything. I can't help it. I was in a trance…" Sirius trails of miserably.
"Oh," Shana says, taken back a little, "I didn't think you were serious. I thought… I don't know, I thought you were just playing me. I didn't think you meant it. I guess… I don't know. I'm sorry?"
I can just imagine Sirius' grin here, but I don't know because I couldn't actually see him.
"Well, you can stop being sorry if you go out with me," Sirius teases.
"Well, I don't know about that… the ice cream is pretty cute!" Shana teases back. I can just imagine Sirius' expression as Shana wiped the ice cream off his face. How cute!
And this is the part where presumably they kissed, but as I said, I couldn't see them.
Peter is laughing his head off.
"Geez, that is so… all lovey-dovey and stuff!"
"So there you go. My wonderful recount of Sirius and Shana together for the first time. Mind you, Bertha and I imitated Sirius back in the common room, and he would've been quite angry if he hadn't have been in a daze," I say.
"What about you and Martin?" Peter leans so far forward that he'd fall out of bed if he moved another millimetre.
I'm about to start explaining my complicated life when someone comes in. It's James. Dear God, if you're really there, this would be a good time to save me.
"Hi Lily," James says.
I take a quick look at Peter. He's pretending to be asleep. Eavesdropper!
"Um, hi," I say.
"How are you?"
"I've been worse," I reply.
James gives me a melting smile.
"I carried you down here the other night."
"I know. I'm sorry, Bertha was just-"
"Don't be sorry."
"Ok then…"
"I broke up with Courtney."
Peter makes choking sounds, no doubt stifling a laugh.
"Is he alright?" James looks at the huddled figure of Peter.
"Don't worry, he always chokes when he's sleeping," I say sarcastically, dropping Peter a hint.
"Lily, tell me honestly, were you jealous when I went to the dance with Courtney?" James looks serious.
"No. Yes… a bit… look, I don't know!" I say. "Do you mind? I'm in hospital wing, and you're just making me more sick and confused!"
"Lily, will you-"
"James, I can't. I'm with Martin."
"Martin!" James mutters under his breath.
"Don't you talk about him like that! Get out!" I yell.
The nurse bustles in with an angry look on her face.
"This is a hospital wing, my patients need rest. Please leave young man," she orders.
James trudges towards the door and gives me once last glance before leaving.
I hear a spluttering sound from next to me. I look across at Peter. He has a fist stuffed in his mouth to stifle his laughing.
"Shut up! It's not funny!" I say.
"It so is! He's like… jealous!"
"He is not. He's a dickhead!" I say. "I'm going to sleep."
I close my eyes and pretend to fall asleep, but something keeps bugging me. The same dream as I've had for the past few sleeps as far as I can remember.
"Lily! Help!"I run to pull Martin up from the cliff.
"Lily!"
James' grip is sliding. I try to help him up, but I can't hold onto Martin at the same time.
"Lily, the time has come," says the haunting voice.
I let go of both of them and look at the sky. It's dark with rain clouds, but there are two beams of light peeping through. I wait a little longer. The beams get bigger and bigger. Two spinning orbs float down towards the sea below, one brown, one blue. The black centre of each orb is like a magnet pulling on everything around it.
"Lily, your decision?"
"Hey, Lily! Lily, are you ok?"
I look up to see Remus bending over me with a worried expression on his face.
"What? I…?"
"You were screaming something. I couldn't quite make it out though," Remus says.
"Oh, nothing, just a bad dream," I say, trying to smile.
"Are you getting better?"
"Actually, I still don't know what's actually wrong with me," I reply, slightly confused. Why does everyone seem to know what's going on, except me?
"Oh, ok, well, I brought you some flowers," Remus adds shyly, placing a bunch of daffodils on my bedside table. I guess he doesn't know I get hayfever.
"Oh, thanks Remus," I smile. He never knows what to say around you, he's always avoiding you. He likes you. Martin's words drift into my head.
"You'd better go, the nurse is quite strict," I say to Remus.
"Alright, well, um, get better soon," Remus turns to Peter, "I guess you don't want flowers, but get better soon to you too," then he leaves.
A few minutes later I burst into a sneezing fit. Peter is still very amused.
"This is great free entertainment! I'm so glad you came to hospital wing!" Peter says.
"Shut up!" I say through a handful of tissues.
"Why didn't you just tell him you're allergic?"
"That's just mean!" I say. (AN: sorry, but I have to dedicate this line to Ali again!)
The nurse bustles in with more tissues and a bottle of hayfever medicine.
"Take this," she shoves gross smelling liquid down my throat. "Hey, Mr Pettigrew, you can leave now."
Peter fakes moaning. "But my tummy really hurts still."
"Out! You have 10 mins to get your stuff," the nurse orders and leaves the room.
"Well, I tried, but I can't stay," Peter shrugs.
"It's ok, I think I'll survive, although it won't be nearly as much fun with you in here," I say.
"Well, I'll see you when you get out!" Peter grabs his stuff and leaves, giving me a little wave at the door. Good, now I'm left to brood over my strange dreams.