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Chapter 7: Happy
Remus waited in front of the Matthews' house. His mother had set a date for him and Phoebe at three o' clock, and it was now three-fifteen. His patience was wearing thin. At least he'd be driving a cool car, Remus reminded himself. Mrs. Lupin had borrowed a beautiful silver one, which he was now admiring. Phoebe came out, dressed in pale blue robes. Her hair was down, for the first time, and she actually looked...ordinary. The other girls Remus had been set up with had never wasted an opportunity to flaunt their jewelry. A point in her favor. But just one. "Hi," she said sweetly. Remus did not reply; he simply got into the car. After a second, she got the hint and lowered herself into the passenger seat. "You're not happy with me, are you?" she ventured. "Gee, how'd you guess?" Remus answered sarcastically. "Where do you get off?" "Well, we could-" Remus turned to her. "There is no 'we'. Let's get one thing straight, Matthews. I'm only doing this for my mother. I don't like you. At all. You get that?" Phoebe looked slightly hurt, and Remus actually felt a twinge of guilt. "I understand," she said in a small voice. Remus kept on driving until they got to Hogsmeade. "Here, you can get off now." Phoebe took a deep breath and got out. "You don't have to pick me up. I can get home fine by myself." She shut the door and headed into the village. Remus let out a small whoop. Hee. There went Phoebe Matthews.
Sirius and Lily were continuing their shopping. They'd just about done Honeydukes and now Sirius wanted to stop at Zonko's. Lily opted to browse around Madam Malkin's. On her way over, she suddenly tripped. "Whoa!" A pretty girl in pale blue eyes caught her packages before they hit the floor. "Thanks," Lily said breathlessly. "You have great reflexes." The girl smiled broadly. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair cut in a really cute style and sparkling brown eyes. "Thanks. It's playing the violin. My arms kind of developed." Lily's eyes widened. "You play? That's terrific. What's your name?" "I'm Phoebe. Phoebe Matthews." The stranger offered her hand. "I'm Lily Evans." Lily shook it. "So, what are you shopping for?" Phoebe fingered a royal purple set, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Just something to teach my boyfriend a lesson."
Remus snuck back into his house after spending the afternoon of his supposed date with Peter Pettigrew. He was sneaking back into his room when his mother stopped him. "You are such a sweet boy." Mrs. Lupin enveloped her son in a hug. Remus was confused. "What?" "Oh, don't be so modest. Phoebe told me what you did. Thank you for those lovely purple robes." "PHOEBE?" "Oh, and thank you for showing her a great time. She told me you had fun." Remus was breathing heavily by now, and fumbled for the keys to the car. "I have to go." He jumped in and tore out at full speed. He screeched to a stop outside the Matthews'. "Miss Phoebe, please," he told the maid who answered the door. "Oh, Master Remus! Of course, I'll get her immediately." Phoebe came to the door, smiling as usual. "Hello, Remus." "What the hell are you doing?" Remus snapped. "Doing what?" she inquired sweetly. "You know perfectly well what." Phoebe's smile turned into a superior smirk. "Master Remus, did you honestly think you could get rid of me so easily? You might think of me as similar to those other rich girls you've gone out with, but I'm not. I'm in a league of my own, Lupin, and I hope you don't forget that. See you at two tomorrow." Remus slammed a hand on the steering wheel, although he had to admit he was impressed. He hadn't met anyone else with an attitude since, well, Lily Evans.
Chapter 7: Happy
Remus waited in front of the Matthews' house. His mother had set a date for him and Phoebe at three o' clock, and it was now three-fifteen. His patience was wearing thin. At least he'd be driving a cool car, Remus reminded himself. Mrs. Lupin had borrowed a beautiful silver one, which he was now admiring. Phoebe came out, dressed in pale blue robes. Her hair was down, for the first time, and she actually looked...ordinary. The other girls Remus had been set up with had never wasted an opportunity to flaunt their jewelry. A point in her favor. But just one. "Hi," she said sweetly. Remus did not reply; he simply got into the car. After a second, she got the hint and lowered herself into the passenger seat. "You're not happy with me, are you?" she ventured. "Gee, how'd you guess?" Remus answered sarcastically. "Where do you get off?" "Well, we could-" Remus turned to her. "There is no 'we'. Let's get one thing straight, Matthews. I'm only doing this for my mother. I don't like you. At all. You get that?" Phoebe looked slightly hurt, and Remus actually felt a twinge of guilt. "I understand," she said in a small voice. Remus kept on driving until they got to Hogsmeade. "Here, you can get off now." Phoebe took a deep breath and got out. "You don't have to pick me up. I can get home fine by myself." She shut the door and headed into the village. Remus let out a small whoop. Hee. There went Phoebe Matthews.
Sirius and Lily were continuing their shopping. They'd just about done Honeydukes and now Sirius wanted to stop at Zonko's. Lily opted to browse around Madam Malkin's. On her way over, she suddenly tripped. "Whoa!" A pretty girl in pale blue eyes caught her packages before they hit the floor. "Thanks," Lily said breathlessly. "You have great reflexes." The girl smiled broadly. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair cut in a really cute style and sparkling brown eyes. "Thanks. It's playing the violin. My arms kind of developed." Lily's eyes widened. "You play? That's terrific. What's your name?" "I'm Phoebe. Phoebe Matthews." The stranger offered her hand. "I'm Lily Evans." Lily shook it. "So, what are you shopping for?" Phoebe fingered a royal purple set, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Just something to teach my boyfriend a lesson."
Remus snuck back into his house after spending the afternoon of his supposed date with Peter Pettigrew. He was sneaking back into his room when his mother stopped him. "You are such a sweet boy." Mrs. Lupin enveloped her son in a hug. Remus was confused. "What?" "Oh, don't be so modest. Phoebe told me what you did. Thank you for those lovely purple robes." "PHOEBE?" "Oh, and thank you for showing her a great time. She told me you had fun." Remus was breathing heavily by now, and fumbled for the keys to the car. "I have to go." He jumped in and tore out at full speed. He screeched to a stop outside the Matthews'. "Miss Phoebe, please," he told the maid who answered the door. "Oh, Master Remus! Of course, I'll get her immediately." Phoebe came to the door, smiling as usual. "Hello, Remus." "What the hell are you doing?" Remus snapped. "Doing what?" she inquired sweetly. "You know perfectly well what." Phoebe's smile turned into a superior smirk. "Master Remus, did you honestly think you could get rid of me so easily? You might think of me as similar to those other rich girls you've gone out with, but I'm not. I'm in a league of my own, Lupin, and I hope you don't forget that. See you at two tomorrow." Remus slammed a hand on the steering wheel, although he had to admit he was impressed. He hadn't met anyone else with an attitude since, well, Lily Evans.