Okay, to save everyone time and so I can have more time to work on the
other chapters, I'm just going to stop responding to you all unless they
are by emails. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but I've got a lot going
right now. I'll try to post seperate chapters with my responses, but I
can't make any promises. School really sucks. . . Okay, without anymore of
my whining, let's get on with chapter 5. SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!!!
Chapter 5
Remus' POV
Well, yesterday had been interesting. It isn't something I'm going to think about for a while, or ever if I can help it. Right now, I'm just sitting outside under my favorite beech tree, reading a good Potions book. I can see James drawing in the grass near me. Wormtail is watching him in awe. Padfoot is watching James. . . Oh, Lord, please don't tell me he's fallen for Prongs. Please tell me it isn't true. . .
Padfoot's attention is on me now. Is there something on my face? Well, besides that on annoying strand of hair that insists on falling in my face constantly. I don't take my eyes from the page as I reach up and brush the hair away. I can feel those dark eyes of his staring at me. My face starts to burn red. And then he looks back at James. A sigh escapes my lips. Well, I don't suppose I can blame Padfoot. Prongs does have a lot to offer. Why, he's smart, handsome, funny, charming and that's just to name a few. What could I ever have to offer Sirius? Besides my love, that is.
Sirius scoffs lightly. Had someone said something? Was I supposed to be paying attention? I'm too absorbed in my thoughts to notice.
"Hey, Moony, got some parchment on you," Sirius asks me quietly. I put my book down and rummage through my backsack. Maybe I should write him a letter to tell him how I feel? I wonder how that would go. . .
"Need a quill, too," I ask.
"Yeah, and some ink." What's he up to?
I pull out what he requested and hold them out to him. As he reaches over and takes the items, his hand brushes mine lightly. My whole body trembles again. I quickly pull the book up over my face, hoping to hide my blush. Oops, it's upside down. I right it quickly and hope no one noticed. Sirius chuckles. The blush deepens. Will the torment ever end?
After a few minutes and a couple of deep, calming breaths, I lower the book. Sirius is scribbling something on the parchment. Against my better judgement, I read secretly as he writes. It's a love letter to Prongs! Crude love letter, but one all the same. Tears threaten to well up in my eyes. He loves James? I have no chance now. . .
I watch him wipe the ink invisible then stuff the now-blank parchment in his robes. He leans back against the tree, his fingers threaded behind his head to use as a cushion, and closes his eyes. He smiles in a self- satisfied manner. That arrogant berk! I'd probably be better off if I were to rip out my heart, hand it to him, then tell him to trample all over it. That wouldn't hurt half as much as this does!
Maybe it's better this way. I doubt my parents would truely dissapprove of me liking Sirius. And it's not like I could marry him anyway, right? Right. I'm talking to myself. . .
LATER THAT DAY. . .
I've avoided Sirius as much as possible for the whole day. It wasn't really that hard. He was so busy watching James that no one even regestered to dear Padfoot. How couldn't I have noticed? Surely I would have noticed. Am I really that blind? Perhaps I am. Perhaps things are already planned out for us in life. Maybe Padfoot isn't for me at all. There could be better for me out there. Some tall, dark and handsome stranger is waiting for me? But I still want him. I still love him. Remus Lupin, you are a glutton for heartache.
After dinner is over, I continue sitting in my seat, probing my uneaten pot roast with my fork. I haven't eaten anything since I read that letter. I doubt I could force anything down.
James practically flies out of his seat and runs to Lily's side. He's setting himself up for another rejection. Poor chap. 'Don't feel sorry for him,' says a mean little voice inside of me. 'He stole Sirius away from you.' No, he didn't. It isn't his fault that Sirius likes him.
"James," Sirius shouts. Sirius is shaking nervously. He must be going to give James that letter. Well, I couldn't expect him to wait around forever for me to get up the courage to tell him that I love him. James walks over and stands in front of Sirius.
"Yeah, Padfoot?" He keeps glancing over his shoulder at Lily's retreating back.
"Got something for you," Sirius says, his voice cool and calm. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the letter, and looks down at it as if it were his death warrant. He quickly shoves it into James' hand and sighs. It looks as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.
He mummbles something to James then walks hastily away. James looks at me, confusion plainly written on his face.
"What was that all about, Moony?" Prongs asks, sitting down beside me.
"Not a clue," I grummble.
Prongs just looks at me then starts to read the letter. I can't take this anymore. I jump up and storm off. Prongs calls after me but I ignore him. He can't help. I'd just blow up at him and yell at him in front of the whole school. That wouldn't help anything. So I just storm off to the dorm.
Sirius is already asleep when I walk up to my bed. I'm about to burst into tears. I can't take this at all. Where in the world can I go to get away from everyone? The prefect's bathroom!
Quickly grabbing some pajamas, I run down the steps and all of the way to the statue of Boris the Bewildered. Panting, I mumble the password-- sparkling clean--and walk in. I bolt the door and throw down my things. Without any further thought, I pull off my robes, vest, tie, and shirt. My shoes are kicked off as I unbuckle my belt.
"Oooh yeah, baby! Take it all off!"
I freeze completly. Someone else is in here with me. . .
Chapter 5
Remus' POV
Well, yesterday had been interesting. It isn't something I'm going to think about for a while, or ever if I can help it. Right now, I'm just sitting outside under my favorite beech tree, reading a good Potions book. I can see James drawing in the grass near me. Wormtail is watching him in awe. Padfoot is watching James. . . Oh, Lord, please don't tell me he's fallen for Prongs. Please tell me it isn't true. . .
Padfoot's attention is on me now. Is there something on my face? Well, besides that on annoying strand of hair that insists on falling in my face constantly. I don't take my eyes from the page as I reach up and brush the hair away. I can feel those dark eyes of his staring at me. My face starts to burn red. And then he looks back at James. A sigh escapes my lips. Well, I don't suppose I can blame Padfoot. Prongs does have a lot to offer. Why, he's smart, handsome, funny, charming and that's just to name a few. What could I ever have to offer Sirius? Besides my love, that is.
Sirius scoffs lightly. Had someone said something? Was I supposed to be paying attention? I'm too absorbed in my thoughts to notice.
"Hey, Moony, got some parchment on you," Sirius asks me quietly. I put my book down and rummage through my backsack. Maybe I should write him a letter to tell him how I feel? I wonder how that would go. . .
"Need a quill, too," I ask.
"Yeah, and some ink." What's he up to?
I pull out what he requested and hold them out to him. As he reaches over and takes the items, his hand brushes mine lightly. My whole body trembles again. I quickly pull the book up over my face, hoping to hide my blush. Oops, it's upside down. I right it quickly and hope no one noticed. Sirius chuckles. The blush deepens. Will the torment ever end?
After a few minutes and a couple of deep, calming breaths, I lower the book. Sirius is scribbling something on the parchment. Against my better judgement, I read secretly as he writes. It's a love letter to Prongs! Crude love letter, but one all the same. Tears threaten to well up in my eyes. He loves James? I have no chance now. . .
I watch him wipe the ink invisible then stuff the now-blank parchment in his robes. He leans back against the tree, his fingers threaded behind his head to use as a cushion, and closes his eyes. He smiles in a self- satisfied manner. That arrogant berk! I'd probably be better off if I were to rip out my heart, hand it to him, then tell him to trample all over it. That wouldn't hurt half as much as this does!
Maybe it's better this way. I doubt my parents would truely dissapprove of me liking Sirius. And it's not like I could marry him anyway, right? Right. I'm talking to myself. . .
LATER THAT DAY. . .
I've avoided Sirius as much as possible for the whole day. It wasn't really that hard. He was so busy watching James that no one even regestered to dear Padfoot. How couldn't I have noticed? Surely I would have noticed. Am I really that blind? Perhaps I am. Perhaps things are already planned out for us in life. Maybe Padfoot isn't for me at all. There could be better for me out there. Some tall, dark and handsome stranger is waiting for me? But I still want him. I still love him. Remus Lupin, you are a glutton for heartache.
After dinner is over, I continue sitting in my seat, probing my uneaten pot roast with my fork. I haven't eaten anything since I read that letter. I doubt I could force anything down.
James practically flies out of his seat and runs to Lily's side. He's setting himself up for another rejection. Poor chap. 'Don't feel sorry for him,' says a mean little voice inside of me. 'He stole Sirius away from you.' No, he didn't. It isn't his fault that Sirius likes him.
"James," Sirius shouts. Sirius is shaking nervously. He must be going to give James that letter. Well, I couldn't expect him to wait around forever for me to get up the courage to tell him that I love him. James walks over and stands in front of Sirius.
"Yeah, Padfoot?" He keeps glancing over his shoulder at Lily's retreating back.
"Got something for you," Sirius says, his voice cool and calm. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the letter, and looks down at it as if it were his death warrant. He quickly shoves it into James' hand and sighs. It looks as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.
He mummbles something to James then walks hastily away. James looks at me, confusion plainly written on his face.
"What was that all about, Moony?" Prongs asks, sitting down beside me.
"Not a clue," I grummble.
Prongs just looks at me then starts to read the letter. I can't take this anymore. I jump up and storm off. Prongs calls after me but I ignore him. He can't help. I'd just blow up at him and yell at him in front of the whole school. That wouldn't help anything. So I just storm off to the dorm.
Sirius is already asleep when I walk up to my bed. I'm about to burst into tears. I can't take this at all. Where in the world can I go to get away from everyone? The prefect's bathroom!
Quickly grabbing some pajamas, I run down the steps and all of the way to the statue of Boris the Bewildered. Panting, I mumble the password-- sparkling clean--and walk in. I bolt the door and throw down my things. Without any further thought, I pull off my robes, vest, tie, and shirt. My shoes are kicked off as I unbuckle my belt.
"Oooh yeah, baby! Take it all off!"
I freeze completly. Someone else is in here with me. . .