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Chapter 10: Blue
Remus was driving was driving Phoebe home after the double date. She looked very content as she gazed out the window. "Your friends are very nice," she said. Sirius is so funny. And Lily's so sweet." "What did your parents do to brainwash you?" he snapped. "We. Are. Not. Compatible. Do you get that now?" A flash of hurt clouded Phoebe's dark eyes and Remus felt instantly guilty. "They actually didn't have to do that much," she said coolly. "We're both well-educated, and of good social background. I truly think that you're a good man, and I believe that we really are a good match." Remus sputtered. He was almost wishing it was full moon so he could show her exactly how "good" he was. Phoebe was grinning as he hesitated. "Whatever," he finally barked. "Bye." Phoebe tried to hide her shock as she got out of the car. As Remus pulled out, she let a grin spread across her face. Yup. She was getting to him. This was the first time he actually said bye.
Sirius and Lily were at his apartment, waiting to interrogate Remus. "I can't understand how he could hate her so badly," Lily was saying. "Remus doesn't hate Phoebe," Sirius revealed. Lily stopped in mid-rant. "Huh?" Sirius repeated himself. "In fact," he continued, eyes twinkling, "I think he likes her."
"Sirius, that's a little crazy." Lily commented. "What guy would treat a girl he likes like garbage?" Sirius explained it to her. "He won't admit it to himself. Remus has a pride. He refuses to face the fact that someone broke through to him. That's the way he is." Lily was impressed. "I didn't know you were a psychoanalyst." Sirius shrugged. "Oh, I just happen to be his best friend," he said modestly. "I know him. And I could see it in his eyes." Lily nodded, realizing it made sense. After all, she hadn't been very nice to James either even when she started liking him. Just the thought of liking a pigheaded jerk like him.... Lily felt a lump rise in her throat. Sirius noticed her sudden mood change. "Lily?" She smiled weakly and tried to push James from her thoughts. "I'm fine." Sirius's eyes were still clouded with worry as he embraced her, resting his chin on top of her head. Lily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her present boyfriend. James was gone, she reminded herself.
Elsa pushed open the door of the cute little London apartment. "Wow," she breathed as James entered the room behind her. Paolo had decided to stop over Greece instead of coming straight to England with them, giving them the keys to the apartment. The apartment belonged to one of Paolo's workers, Geraldo D' Angelo, who'd told them about it as soon as they announced their plans. They'd all agreed to move in instantly. Gerry's apartment was furnished in Oriental styles, which James knew Elsa loved. When he used to crash in her room back in Italy, the place had been decked out Chinese-style. "Chinese robes," Elsa sighed as she opened the closet door. Various Chinese garments in gold, silver, red, blue, and violet hung inside. James felt another weird pang as he reached in and ran a hand through the silk. "I get the bed," Elsa announced as she plopped down on the big, soft mattress. With a sigh, James threw his duffel on the living room sofa. The only thing bad about the apartment was that it was a one- roomer. Just as he was about to unpack, Elsa bounded out of "her" room, dressed perfectly for sightseeing. "Come on, Evan! Let's go!" She tugged on his arm. With a resigned smile, James allowed himself to be dragged out the door, not realizing the change it would make to his fate.
Chapter 10: Blue
Remus was driving was driving Phoebe home after the double date. She looked very content as she gazed out the window. "Your friends are very nice," she said. Sirius is so funny. And Lily's so sweet." "What did your parents do to brainwash you?" he snapped. "We. Are. Not. Compatible. Do you get that now?" A flash of hurt clouded Phoebe's dark eyes and Remus felt instantly guilty. "They actually didn't have to do that much," she said coolly. "We're both well-educated, and of good social background. I truly think that you're a good man, and I believe that we really are a good match." Remus sputtered. He was almost wishing it was full moon so he could show her exactly how "good" he was. Phoebe was grinning as he hesitated. "Whatever," he finally barked. "Bye." Phoebe tried to hide her shock as she got out of the car. As Remus pulled out, she let a grin spread across her face. Yup. She was getting to him. This was the first time he actually said bye.
Sirius and Lily were at his apartment, waiting to interrogate Remus. "I can't understand how he could hate her so badly," Lily was saying. "Remus doesn't hate Phoebe," Sirius revealed. Lily stopped in mid-rant. "Huh?" Sirius repeated himself. "In fact," he continued, eyes twinkling, "I think he likes her."
"Sirius, that's a little crazy." Lily commented. "What guy would treat a girl he likes like garbage?" Sirius explained it to her. "He won't admit it to himself. Remus has a pride. He refuses to face the fact that someone broke through to him. That's the way he is." Lily was impressed. "I didn't know you were a psychoanalyst." Sirius shrugged. "Oh, I just happen to be his best friend," he said modestly. "I know him. And I could see it in his eyes." Lily nodded, realizing it made sense. After all, she hadn't been very nice to James either even when she started liking him. Just the thought of liking a pigheaded jerk like him.... Lily felt a lump rise in her throat. Sirius noticed her sudden mood change. "Lily?" She smiled weakly and tried to push James from her thoughts. "I'm fine." Sirius's eyes were still clouded with worry as he embraced her, resting his chin on top of her head. Lily closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her present boyfriend. James was gone, she reminded herself.
Elsa pushed open the door of the cute little London apartment. "Wow," she breathed as James entered the room behind her. Paolo had decided to stop over Greece instead of coming straight to England with them, giving them the keys to the apartment. The apartment belonged to one of Paolo's workers, Geraldo D' Angelo, who'd told them about it as soon as they announced their plans. They'd all agreed to move in instantly. Gerry's apartment was furnished in Oriental styles, which James knew Elsa loved. When he used to crash in her room back in Italy, the place had been decked out Chinese-style. "Chinese robes," Elsa sighed as she opened the closet door. Various Chinese garments in gold, silver, red, blue, and violet hung inside. James felt another weird pang as he reached in and ran a hand through the silk. "I get the bed," Elsa announced as she plopped down on the big, soft mattress. With a sigh, James threw his duffel on the living room sofa. The only thing bad about the apartment was that it was a one- roomer. Just as he was about to unpack, Elsa bounded out of "her" room, dressed perfectly for sightseeing. "Come on, Evan! Let's go!" She tugged on his arm. With a resigned smile, James allowed himself to be dragged out the door, not realizing the change it would make to his fate.