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SEVEN: WE WILL HAVE TO MEET
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Remus was sitting with Pola in her kitchen, they were drinking afternoon tea and eating some cookies. Pola was silent. Oh, she talked to Remus ocassionally. Mainly about the job they had to do, but since the visit at Dumbledore she hadn't spoke about that talk and about the girl Albus'd mentioned.
Remus had no idea who was she but was sure that that Coleman was the reason of Pola's bad mood. He also wasn't happy because he enjoyed Pola's jokes and stories and how she got excited about every silly discovery about the ancient magic. When she smiled she was so adorable. Hmm.
Remus moved on his chair, but Praise didn't notice. She was stirring her tea, unawarily. Lupin finally decided to break that silence and learn sth about Pola's friend.
'So, Pola' he said calmly. She didn't move, he doubted if she listened, 'Who's that Coleman girl?'
He waited, after a while (it took Pola few minutes to understand his words and choose an appropriate reaction) she stopped that annoying stirring and glanced at Remus absently.
Remus thought that she was just recalling the talk with Dumbledore, but Pola wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about that to Remus. That was a painful story, in a way, and it should be described only to a friend, close friend. Was Remus her real friend? OK, he was a great colleague and a good companion. He was also quite sexy. She liked him. But she didn't know why he was gone for the past few days when she really needed him, she wanted so much to talk (she didn't realize that it was full moon, she aslo wasn't told yet that Remus was a werewolf). Now she was a little offended, but she didn't want to. She knew that if she told him the story, he would understand.
She knocked the table, moved nervously on her chair and tried to smile, but only grimaced. Remus waited: if she wanted more time, he could wait till the end of the world. Pola saw that in his eyes and smiled, now warmly and sweetly.
'We.' she began but stopped. She didn't know how to talk about that. She was mad at herself that the tiny information about Jill made her so down, maybe not down, rather frustrated. She couldn't explain that. A mature person doesn't behave like that. She knew it and continued. 'We were friends, you know, at school.'
She became silent. Remus stroked her hand gently and smiled encouragingly. Pola took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his hand was still on hers and she liked that.
'Jill Coleman was a. I don't know why but we really became friends, we fought together for the Order, or rather a similar institution in the States. We could trust and relay on each other. Then Voldemort disappeared and.
'And we decided not to meet again.' She smiled slightly but had tears in her eyes.
'You say that you and your best friend decided not to meet anymore.Why?'
'Well, Jill decided. And left.'
'on God's sake, why?'
'She said something about that we had lost everything and every sight of me would remind her of that previous world. And she wanted no memories. We never met. Sad. And now she's back?? Just like that??'
'Dumbledore needs her' said Lupin but was thinking about how deeply hurt that woman was, abandoned by a friend when she really needed one. 'I guess.'
'Oh, damn it' she probably didn't notice his words. 'She's always been like that: making her own, strange decisions, saying explanations of no use for the rest of world. Conceited stupid bitch.' Pola stopped for a while, she was shocked she swore. 'And now she just like that decided to join, abandoned all her interests. Oh, sorry, of course she hadn't been doing anything, that lazy' Pola began to sob 'egoistic idiot. oh, my, she was my friend.'
'Come here' said Remus gently and offered her his comforting arm. Pola became quiet, relaxing in his embrace. 'I understand. It's so hard to be left by friends.'
'No you don't Rem, we, she. I had only her, we really lost everything and she just closed that chapter, said that is useless. And.'
Remus was listening to her carefully but her sobs made her speech impossible to understand. He was stroking her hair and when she stopped to wipe her eyes he said.
'I really do. I was left without friends after the war. Some of them were killed, some betrayed us. I didn't have a family and I couldn't find work that would occupy my mind. I was alone, Pola, but this year I met and old friend who wasn't as bad as I had thought. For twelve years I believed he had betrayed us, but he didn't.'
'Really' Pola seemed to be interested in his story, mainly because she could forget about Jill. But she could also learn something about Remus. 'I'm sorry Remus, now I turned to be egoistic.'
'That's nothing' he said, still holding her. 'Do you want to talk about Jill?'
Pola stood up and took the cups from the table. She wanted to have her hands busy with sth else, not Lupin, not because she didn't find that exciting but because she did find that exciting.
'Let's go, kitchen isn't the best place for confessions' she said and left for the living room. 'And tea isn't the proper drink. I need at least a butterbeer' Remus heard her from the room, he followed. 'or even firewhiskey.'
Pola sat on an armchair and slowly drank. Remus decided to begin, that silence was annoying, partly because of the sweetest way she looked tonight.
'I wish I'd had a friend then, after the war. I wanted so much to talk to somebody, but I had no one. NOw, when S... Padfoot's back we can help each other.'
'Wait a minute.' Pola interrupted him. 'You call your friend "Padfoot"????'
'Yeah, well, that was his nickname and I can't think of him in other way.'
'Oh, and you, did you have a nickname?'
'Yeah, well, my friends used to call me Moony.'
'Why? That's quite nice, I think.' Pola laughed but stopped suddenly. 'I've never had a nick name. Jill thought that was useless. That my name was funny enough. And of course she'd never allowed anyone to call her any other names. She never really cared about what others thought about her, that's why nobody wanted to think up a nick for her, she wouldn't notice; that's why she left before I could react.'
'You know, from what you say I have a strange oppinion about Jill. She didn't have many friends, did she?'
'You're right, she wasn't kind or sociable or outgoing. She came to our school, a good one you know, Villaxton Academy of Witchcraft, later, when we all were in 3rd year and never tried to make friends.'
'But you befriend her' asked Remus. Pola was so special to him, now he understood how good person in fact she was. She liked the outsiders. Like him, like Jill (but he was quite sure that he would be considered a normal person when compared with Coleman).
'And I still regret' Pola laughed bitterly, but quickly became silent. 'With her I could talk about some other things, not only boys and make- ups.' now Pola began to speak with irony in her clear voice. Remus wondered why. 'You know, she was always the best in everything, I can't say I'm stupid, but she really without any effort could get the best marks. And was so annoyingly sure about that. So smart and proud.'
'Tell me about it' smiled Remus and thought about James and Sirius, but was sure they would never leave if they could stay. 'Padfoot and James Potter, my other friend, he was killed by Voldemort, also were proud, but in fact easygoing guys.'
'She was not. You know, when we worked for the Order she rarely join the meetings, said that was occupied with some works. But, unfortunately I must admit that she was good in everything she touched. After the war she wrote about the equality of Muggles and wizards in a way that would ashame every Voldemort's supporters. Oh, you should have read some of her articles, or the reviews of others', she'd always been interested in the DADA, that's why she's useful for the Order now, I guess.'
'Jill Coleman' Remus was listing in his mind the authors of popular DADA works. 'Sorry, I don't remember.'
'No, of course not Coleman, after the end of the war she signed herself Jill C. Maelstrom, she chose to use their family mansion name or something. It took me some time to realize that.'
'Maelstrom! Of course, I remember. I thought it was a Norwegian or Swedish writer! Really great works, a brightminded person. Yeah, a reasonable writer.'
'I never said that a conceited bitch can't be a reasonable writer' concluded Pola and sighed. 'I still miss her Remus.'
'I know, honey' said Moony and smiled. 'Now you will meet her.'
'The problem is that I still don't know if I want to. I hate her.'
'You should stop drinking, Pola' said Remus in a preaching but amused voice. 'Or you wilh hate me in a while and this is something we wouldn't like to happen.'
'I won't hate you, Rem. I just want to hate her a little while. That makes me feel better.'
'Really, I think it's a waste of time. If she's yous friend, you should talk to her.'
'Yeah, and why don't you talk to YOUR friend "Padfoot" 'she put emphasis on the last word.
'Because I don't know where he is.'
'Well' Pola finished the discussion. 'neither know I.'
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Although Pola had expected Jill to have a great time with a handsome guy she could have no idea that this guy was called "Padfoot" sometimes. Maybe the expression "great time" wasn't appropriate because since the incident in the bathroom they rather avoided each other. Probably they were embarrassed of that, but more likely because they didn't want to admit that they liked it.
Jill was sitting in her studio in a mess and reading books or writing instructions for the "unintelligent herds od Aurors who have completely no idea of fighting against DA". Sirius was doing some researches for her; she was quite impressed by his efficience, but, of course, she wouldn't let him know that.
They also had a different lifestyle. Coleman preffered to stay late at night while Sirius wanted to begin his work with the sunrise.
Sirius Black was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his tea and reading the "Daily Prophet". He woke up earlier, as usually, and wanted to be the first one to turn the pages, he didn't know why, but the thing that he couldn't stand was a touched paper. He enjoyed the feeling of fresh paper, the smell of ink, the sound of paper. He had missed that in Azkaban and Jill wasn't able to break this pleasure. He thought, that she never noticed that and that she didn't mind at all. He put the paper away, wanted to reach for the other one, "The Defense Journal", but a loud scream broke the pretty silence of the morning.
'Cooooffffeeeeeeeeee' he heard Jill running down the stairs and bursting into the kitchen. He watched her slightly amused, because she was in a complete mess and she didn't seem to notice him at all. 'God, I'm late, late, cooffeeeee.' she was pouring coffee from the pot, muttering to herself. 'I can do it' she was drinking it quickly. She was standing near Sirius, wearing tights and a black shirt, not buttoned up. She was about to leave, but was still in total mess, her hair were flying around, eyes were trying to stop the time and hands were desperately seeking for some food.
'A French toast?' Sirius offered and she jumped back, astonished by his presence here. 'I won't bite you, Jill' he said amused and added, just to wind her up. 'Not yet.'
'Yes, thanks, shut up' she answered instantly. 'Where's my robe???'
'You look as wonderful as never, Coleman' grinned Sirius and stood on her way to the corridor. Now she glanced at him more precisely. She had avoided staring at him at the look of Sirius in his charm and health almost caused her heart attack. "That's so unfair. And deffinitely wasn't written in our agreement" she thought. He was still grinning, he had an adorable smile. His hair was a little longer now, but he wore it perfectly. "Magic" Jill, who had always had problems with her hair wanted to sigh with jealousy. He wasn't shaved and the muggle clothes Jill'd bought him suited him perfectly. Why such a man was in her kitchen and she looked like a little monster? And now he wanted her to be late.
'Try to be nice and shut up' she said and pushed him so that she could find her way to the livingroom, where her bag and clothes should be.
'I am nice' he answered and watched her desperate trials to dress properly, eat something and finish make-up. 'And I am frank, I adore your hair.'
Jill stopped and watched him sadly.
'Stop laughing at me.'
'Girl, I'm sincere and never here' she gave him a furious glance, so he muttered a quick "just kidding" and continued. 'wavy hair suit you better. Why do you wear them straight?'
'I want you to ask stupid questions'
'Yeah, that's rational. Why in a hurry?'
'You know, the visit at the Ministry, with a guy called... What did Dumbledore write? Wallacy?'
'Weasley, dear. Arthur Weasley.'
'Yeah? D'ya know him?'
'He was also in the Order. Guess, the meeting is connected with our Order plans.'
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/A/N: yeah, maybe later I will write about Jill's meeting with AW, but not yet. Imagine: Jill's home and sees another letter.//
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'Hi, honey, I'm home' Jill opened the door and entered the room. Sirius was drinking butterbeer and making some notes. Next to him lay a letter.
'How sweet' he commented. 'Are you drunk?'
'No, In a perfect mood for love. Just kidding' she added quickly with a malicious smile when met his lustful gaze. 'What's that? From Dumbledore?' he nodded. 'Oh, not another, I want some rest. What stupid question do we have to solve.'
'That's something different. I guess he thinks we've done the stuff about past methods.'
'Or lack of methods.' Jill sneered.
'Read it and translate it to English' Sirius smiled still busy with his work. Jill picked the letter and opened it.
"Dear Jill and Sirius, I think to get some new materials from Pola Praise, our ancient art specialist. You should also think up new headquarters. Jill, contact with Pola via Floo-net. It's: Maison Valley 15. I'll contact you later. Please, do it soon. It's high time you met again. Albus D"
'What do you don't understand, my friend.' asked Jill casually, but Sirius noiticed that her voice was trembling.
' "Again". With the rest I think I can cope.'
'Well, I thought it's obvious, again means that we've met before.'
'Uh-huh?'
'Pola Praise was my. we went to school together. I didn't know she's in England.' Jill's voice wasn't as self confident as usually.
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Sirius wasn't as patient as Lupin and couldn't wait days to hear who the hell was the girl who made "his" Jill quiet and shy. They had to meet, there was no time, professor asked them to work together, so Sirius, who couldn't stand soing nothing and was always looking forward to some "adventure", decided to insist.
'When will you Floo that your friend Pola' he asked Jill when they were eating breakfast another day. Jill said nothing; she glanced at him furiously and continued to eat her corn flakes.
'I said..' he wanted to rave her.
'I heard what you said' Jill responded and kept reading her paper.
'I just have no idea why do you pretend as if you hadn't received that letter.'
' Probably the world is much more complicated that you'd expected, Mr Black' Jill almost shouted and stood up. Sirius frowned, what the hell was she doing. Why??
'Explain it to me. Are you afraid of meeting your old friend??' he shouted back and a view of Jill's scared eyes told him he was right. Jill grimaced and said, both seriously and sarcasticly (Sirius had to adore that way of speaking: Jill was being ironic about herself, that was a rare feature.).
'Yes' she groaned and then added more quietly. 'Yes. Probably I'm afraid of seeing her because with Pola all my memories I tried to forget will be fresh again! And how dare you speaking to me like that.'
Sirius didn't care about the last words but said his own true oppinion.
'Memories about past, our friends and life are what makes us human beings.'
Jill stopped biting her lips furiously and considered his words for a while.
'They're all dead. That probably is the price for working for the order.'
'But our case, past and present. Isn't that a thing worth dying for??'
'Oh, Sirius' Jill sneered. 'Of course it's worth dying for. But nobody'd said it's worth living for!!!!'
She shouted the last words with tears in her eyes. She turned to the window. Sirius was still sitting on his chair, and said nothing. This is how she felt: guilty. He felt sorry for her, and, to his surprise, he realized that they were more similar than he'd expected. The silence lasted long. Suddenly Jill turned to Sirius and said, with a grimace that could be called a smile.
'Hey! We will meet her.'
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A/N: And, do you like it???? Long, isn't it. I promise that now the plot will speed up. Unfortynately, I'll be out of computer for a while, but be patient. I'll keep on writing.
Sorry that the RLPP romance isn't going on as funny as SBJC but. Sirius is always on my mind. Reviewssssssss!!!!!!
And special thanks for reviews to: Lil-chick21. you make me believe in this story!!!!
SEVEN: WE WILL HAVE TO MEET
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Remus was sitting with Pola in her kitchen, they were drinking afternoon tea and eating some cookies. Pola was silent. Oh, she talked to Remus ocassionally. Mainly about the job they had to do, but since the visit at Dumbledore she hadn't spoke about that talk and about the girl Albus'd mentioned.
Remus had no idea who was she but was sure that that Coleman was the reason of Pola's bad mood. He also wasn't happy because he enjoyed Pola's jokes and stories and how she got excited about every silly discovery about the ancient magic. When she smiled she was so adorable. Hmm.
Remus moved on his chair, but Praise didn't notice. She was stirring her tea, unawarily. Lupin finally decided to break that silence and learn sth about Pola's friend.
'So, Pola' he said calmly. She didn't move, he doubted if she listened, 'Who's that Coleman girl?'
He waited, after a while (it took Pola few minutes to understand his words and choose an appropriate reaction) she stopped that annoying stirring and glanced at Remus absently.
Remus thought that she was just recalling the talk with Dumbledore, but Pola wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about that to Remus. That was a painful story, in a way, and it should be described only to a friend, close friend. Was Remus her real friend? OK, he was a great colleague and a good companion. He was also quite sexy. She liked him. But she didn't know why he was gone for the past few days when she really needed him, she wanted so much to talk (she didn't realize that it was full moon, she aslo wasn't told yet that Remus was a werewolf). Now she was a little offended, but she didn't want to. She knew that if she told him the story, he would understand.
She knocked the table, moved nervously on her chair and tried to smile, but only grimaced. Remus waited: if she wanted more time, he could wait till the end of the world. Pola saw that in his eyes and smiled, now warmly and sweetly.
'We.' she began but stopped. She didn't know how to talk about that. She was mad at herself that the tiny information about Jill made her so down, maybe not down, rather frustrated. She couldn't explain that. A mature person doesn't behave like that. She knew it and continued. 'We were friends, you know, at school.'
She became silent. Remus stroked her hand gently and smiled encouragingly. Pola took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his hand was still on hers and she liked that.
'Jill Coleman was a. I don't know why but we really became friends, we fought together for the Order, or rather a similar institution in the States. We could trust and relay on each other. Then Voldemort disappeared and.
'And we decided not to meet again.' She smiled slightly but had tears in her eyes.
'You say that you and your best friend decided not to meet anymore.Why?'
'Well, Jill decided. And left.'
'on God's sake, why?'
'She said something about that we had lost everything and every sight of me would remind her of that previous world. And she wanted no memories. We never met. Sad. And now she's back?? Just like that??'
'Dumbledore needs her' said Lupin but was thinking about how deeply hurt that woman was, abandoned by a friend when she really needed one. 'I guess.'
'Oh, damn it' she probably didn't notice his words. 'She's always been like that: making her own, strange decisions, saying explanations of no use for the rest of world. Conceited stupid bitch.' Pola stopped for a while, she was shocked she swore. 'And now she just like that decided to join, abandoned all her interests. Oh, sorry, of course she hadn't been doing anything, that lazy' Pola began to sob 'egoistic idiot. oh, my, she was my friend.'
'Come here' said Remus gently and offered her his comforting arm. Pola became quiet, relaxing in his embrace. 'I understand. It's so hard to be left by friends.'
'No you don't Rem, we, she. I had only her, we really lost everything and she just closed that chapter, said that is useless. And.'
Remus was listening to her carefully but her sobs made her speech impossible to understand. He was stroking her hair and when she stopped to wipe her eyes he said.
'I really do. I was left without friends after the war. Some of them were killed, some betrayed us. I didn't have a family and I couldn't find work that would occupy my mind. I was alone, Pola, but this year I met and old friend who wasn't as bad as I had thought. For twelve years I believed he had betrayed us, but he didn't.'
'Really' Pola seemed to be interested in his story, mainly because she could forget about Jill. But she could also learn something about Remus. 'I'm sorry Remus, now I turned to be egoistic.'
'That's nothing' he said, still holding her. 'Do you want to talk about Jill?'
Pola stood up and took the cups from the table. She wanted to have her hands busy with sth else, not Lupin, not because she didn't find that exciting but because she did find that exciting.
'Let's go, kitchen isn't the best place for confessions' she said and left for the living room. 'And tea isn't the proper drink. I need at least a butterbeer' Remus heard her from the room, he followed. 'or even firewhiskey.'
Pola sat on an armchair and slowly drank. Remus decided to begin, that silence was annoying, partly because of the sweetest way she looked tonight.
'I wish I'd had a friend then, after the war. I wanted so much to talk to somebody, but I had no one. NOw, when S... Padfoot's back we can help each other.'
'Wait a minute.' Pola interrupted him. 'You call your friend "Padfoot"????'
'Yeah, well, that was his nickname and I can't think of him in other way.'
'Oh, and you, did you have a nickname?'
'Yeah, well, my friends used to call me Moony.'
'Why? That's quite nice, I think.' Pola laughed but stopped suddenly. 'I've never had a nick name. Jill thought that was useless. That my name was funny enough. And of course she'd never allowed anyone to call her any other names. She never really cared about what others thought about her, that's why nobody wanted to think up a nick for her, she wouldn't notice; that's why she left before I could react.'
'You know, from what you say I have a strange oppinion about Jill. She didn't have many friends, did she?'
'You're right, she wasn't kind or sociable or outgoing. She came to our school, a good one you know, Villaxton Academy of Witchcraft, later, when we all were in 3rd year and never tried to make friends.'
'But you befriend her' asked Remus. Pola was so special to him, now he understood how good person in fact she was. She liked the outsiders. Like him, like Jill (but he was quite sure that he would be considered a normal person when compared with Coleman).
'And I still regret' Pola laughed bitterly, but quickly became silent. 'With her I could talk about some other things, not only boys and make- ups.' now Pola began to speak with irony in her clear voice. Remus wondered why. 'You know, she was always the best in everything, I can't say I'm stupid, but she really without any effort could get the best marks. And was so annoyingly sure about that. So smart and proud.'
'Tell me about it' smiled Remus and thought about James and Sirius, but was sure they would never leave if they could stay. 'Padfoot and James Potter, my other friend, he was killed by Voldemort, also were proud, but in fact easygoing guys.'
'She was not. You know, when we worked for the Order she rarely join the meetings, said that was occupied with some works. But, unfortunately I must admit that she was good in everything she touched. After the war she wrote about the equality of Muggles and wizards in a way that would ashame every Voldemort's supporters. Oh, you should have read some of her articles, or the reviews of others', she'd always been interested in the DADA, that's why she's useful for the Order now, I guess.'
'Jill Coleman' Remus was listing in his mind the authors of popular DADA works. 'Sorry, I don't remember.'
'No, of course not Coleman, after the end of the war she signed herself Jill C. Maelstrom, she chose to use their family mansion name or something. It took me some time to realize that.'
'Maelstrom! Of course, I remember. I thought it was a Norwegian or Swedish writer! Really great works, a brightminded person. Yeah, a reasonable writer.'
'I never said that a conceited bitch can't be a reasonable writer' concluded Pola and sighed. 'I still miss her Remus.'
'I know, honey' said Moony and smiled. 'Now you will meet her.'
'The problem is that I still don't know if I want to. I hate her.'
'You should stop drinking, Pola' said Remus in a preaching but amused voice. 'Or you wilh hate me in a while and this is something we wouldn't like to happen.'
'I won't hate you, Rem. I just want to hate her a little while. That makes me feel better.'
'Really, I think it's a waste of time. If she's yous friend, you should talk to her.'
'Yeah, and why don't you talk to YOUR friend "Padfoot" 'she put emphasis on the last word.
'Because I don't know where he is.'
'Well' Pola finished the discussion. 'neither know I.'
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Although Pola had expected Jill to have a great time with a handsome guy she could have no idea that this guy was called "Padfoot" sometimes. Maybe the expression "great time" wasn't appropriate because since the incident in the bathroom they rather avoided each other. Probably they were embarrassed of that, but more likely because they didn't want to admit that they liked it.
Jill was sitting in her studio in a mess and reading books or writing instructions for the "unintelligent herds od Aurors who have completely no idea of fighting against DA". Sirius was doing some researches for her; she was quite impressed by his efficience, but, of course, she wouldn't let him know that.
They also had a different lifestyle. Coleman preffered to stay late at night while Sirius wanted to begin his work with the sunrise.
Sirius Black was sitting in the kitchen, drinking his tea and reading the "Daily Prophet". He woke up earlier, as usually, and wanted to be the first one to turn the pages, he didn't know why, but the thing that he couldn't stand was a touched paper. He enjoyed the feeling of fresh paper, the smell of ink, the sound of paper. He had missed that in Azkaban and Jill wasn't able to break this pleasure. He thought, that she never noticed that and that she didn't mind at all. He put the paper away, wanted to reach for the other one, "The Defense Journal", but a loud scream broke the pretty silence of the morning.
'Cooooffffeeeeeeeeee' he heard Jill running down the stairs and bursting into the kitchen. He watched her slightly amused, because she was in a complete mess and she didn't seem to notice him at all. 'God, I'm late, late, cooffeeeee.' she was pouring coffee from the pot, muttering to herself. 'I can do it' she was drinking it quickly. She was standing near Sirius, wearing tights and a black shirt, not buttoned up. She was about to leave, but was still in total mess, her hair were flying around, eyes were trying to stop the time and hands were desperately seeking for some food.
'A French toast?' Sirius offered and she jumped back, astonished by his presence here. 'I won't bite you, Jill' he said amused and added, just to wind her up. 'Not yet.'
'Yes, thanks, shut up' she answered instantly. 'Where's my robe???'
'You look as wonderful as never, Coleman' grinned Sirius and stood on her way to the corridor. Now she glanced at him more precisely. She had avoided staring at him at the look of Sirius in his charm and health almost caused her heart attack. "That's so unfair. And deffinitely wasn't written in our agreement" she thought. He was still grinning, he had an adorable smile. His hair was a little longer now, but he wore it perfectly. "Magic" Jill, who had always had problems with her hair wanted to sigh with jealousy. He wasn't shaved and the muggle clothes Jill'd bought him suited him perfectly. Why such a man was in her kitchen and she looked like a little monster? And now he wanted her to be late.
'Try to be nice and shut up' she said and pushed him so that she could find her way to the livingroom, where her bag and clothes should be.
'I am nice' he answered and watched her desperate trials to dress properly, eat something and finish make-up. 'And I am frank, I adore your hair.'
Jill stopped and watched him sadly.
'Stop laughing at me.'
'Girl, I'm sincere and never here' she gave him a furious glance, so he muttered a quick "just kidding" and continued. 'wavy hair suit you better. Why do you wear them straight?'
'I want you to ask stupid questions'
'Yeah, that's rational. Why in a hurry?'
'You know, the visit at the Ministry, with a guy called... What did Dumbledore write? Wallacy?'
'Weasley, dear. Arthur Weasley.'
'Yeah? D'ya know him?'
'He was also in the Order. Guess, the meeting is connected with our Order plans.'
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/A/N: yeah, maybe later I will write about Jill's meeting with AW, but not yet. Imagine: Jill's home and sees another letter.//
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'Hi, honey, I'm home' Jill opened the door and entered the room. Sirius was drinking butterbeer and making some notes. Next to him lay a letter.
'How sweet' he commented. 'Are you drunk?'
'No, In a perfect mood for love. Just kidding' she added quickly with a malicious smile when met his lustful gaze. 'What's that? From Dumbledore?' he nodded. 'Oh, not another, I want some rest. What stupid question do we have to solve.'
'That's something different. I guess he thinks we've done the stuff about past methods.'
'Or lack of methods.' Jill sneered.
'Read it and translate it to English' Sirius smiled still busy with his work. Jill picked the letter and opened it.
"Dear Jill and Sirius, I think to get some new materials from Pola Praise, our ancient art specialist. You should also think up new headquarters. Jill, contact with Pola via Floo-net. It's: Maison Valley 15. I'll contact you later. Please, do it soon. It's high time you met again. Albus D"
'What do you don't understand, my friend.' asked Jill casually, but Sirius noiticed that her voice was trembling.
' "Again". With the rest I think I can cope.'
'Well, I thought it's obvious, again means that we've met before.'
'Uh-huh?'
'Pola Praise was my. we went to school together. I didn't know she's in England.' Jill's voice wasn't as self confident as usually.
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Sirius wasn't as patient as Lupin and couldn't wait days to hear who the hell was the girl who made "his" Jill quiet and shy. They had to meet, there was no time, professor asked them to work together, so Sirius, who couldn't stand soing nothing and was always looking forward to some "adventure", decided to insist.
'When will you Floo that your friend Pola' he asked Jill when they were eating breakfast another day. Jill said nothing; she glanced at him furiously and continued to eat her corn flakes.
'I said..' he wanted to rave her.
'I heard what you said' Jill responded and kept reading her paper.
'I just have no idea why do you pretend as if you hadn't received that letter.'
' Probably the world is much more complicated that you'd expected, Mr Black' Jill almost shouted and stood up. Sirius frowned, what the hell was she doing. Why??
'Explain it to me. Are you afraid of meeting your old friend??' he shouted back and a view of Jill's scared eyes told him he was right. Jill grimaced and said, both seriously and sarcasticly (Sirius had to adore that way of speaking: Jill was being ironic about herself, that was a rare feature.).
'Yes' she groaned and then added more quietly. 'Yes. Probably I'm afraid of seeing her because with Pola all my memories I tried to forget will be fresh again! And how dare you speaking to me like that.'
Sirius didn't care about the last words but said his own true oppinion.
'Memories about past, our friends and life are what makes us human beings.'
Jill stopped biting her lips furiously and considered his words for a while.
'They're all dead. That probably is the price for working for the order.'
'But our case, past and present. Isn't that a thing worth dying for??'
'Oh, Sirius' Jill sneered. 'Of course it's worth dying for. But nobody'd said it's worth living for!!!!'
She shouted the last words with tears in her eyes. She turned to the window. Sirius was still sitting on his chair, and said nothing. This is how she felt: guilty. He felt sorry for her, and, to his surprise, he realized that they were more similar than he'd expected. The silence lasted long. Suddenly Jill turned to Sirius and said, with a grimace that could be called a smile.
'Hey! We will meet her.'
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A/N: And, do you like it???? Long, isn't it. I promise that now the plot will speed up. Unfortynately, I'll be out of computer for a while, but be patient. I'll keep on writing.
Sorry that the RLPP romance isn't going on as funny as SBJC but. Sirius is always on my mind. Reviewssssssss!!!!!!
And special thanks for reviews to: Lil-chick21. you make me believe in this story!!!!