Well im back! Hope you liked the last chapter, and this one too obviously, i cant decide if i like it or not though as i wrote it in the dark last night, hiding under my duvet and trying to avoid getting ink in my bed. And now when i SHOULD be completing my food tech coursework or hey whilst were on the subject hows about starting the coursework but nevermind. Hopefully this'l be more productive. Dont hesitate to review...

The usual copyright stuff about characters and JKRowling's wonderfullness...

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"Hey Paris…"

"Yeh?" She replied twisting round to look into his face, silence pursuing as his eyes scanned the room for something. Anything.

"...Err… you dropped your quill," he stammered, as she eyed him suspiciously. Her favourite quill, the only one in fact that she hadn't broken was currently causing her immense pain, as the nib pierced her skin through the side of her bag.

"Thanks," she said cautiously as he bent down to her feet to pick it up. 'Damn,' he thought as he 'replaced' the quill inside her bag, rearranging her transfiguration books to lay them neatly on top.

"Err…Paris," he called as she began to walk away. Rolling her eyes, she turned to face him, again.

"Yes Sirius," she called back, her face blank and unreadable.

"Erm… have you seen the portrait of the fat lady recently?" he asked innocently.

"Oddly enough," she replied with an element of intrigue settling in her unusually high voice. "I saw her this morning!" she laughed, her tones dripping with sarcasm, her eyes widening. "Actually, when I saw her, I thought to myself, I must tell Lily! After all, such a phenomena only happens, what… once every hmm… 2 hours?!" stressing her final words as she turned and attempted once more to walk away.

"Smooth." He cringed, "Real smooth."

He jogged halfheartedlyalong the corridor behind her trying to avoid various 1st years who seemed to want nothing more than to be knocked over by the one and only Sirius Black. "Hey Paris…"

"Yes?" she questioned, looking back at him. An element of annoyance tinged her mocking concern. Here was the most outspoken marauder in the history of the school, and he couldn'tmanage toget to the point!

"Erm… Did you know that Gringotts was first opened by Leprechauns in 104 AD, but they hide the money outside of the bank, so they were an easy target when the Goblins attacked in 305 AD?" His eye widened, partly with surprise that he could remember such, 'trivial' occurrences, partly because he'd only used one breath and was panting as he chased her down the corridor and partly because he wished that he would just pass out and avoid the concequences of whatever he had just done. Even he wasnt exactly sure what 'It' was.

"Sirius," she said,eyeing him critically. "I told you that!" She rolled her eyes.

"Oh…" he began but she cut him short.

"And anyway, 205 years on from 104 AD is 309 AD, not 305, not that its THAT important, but still, if you're gonna do …well whatever it is that you're doing to me, to Lily, then she's gonna want you to at least get the dates right..."

He blinked, as she periodically recalled and corrected everything he had told her. She broke away mid-sentence as she realise that her words were simply washing straight over his head.

She left him staring in to the portrait of a young woman behind where she had been standing moments before. Failing an act to appear oblivious to the conversation before her, she gave Sirius a grave look and shook her head briefly before disappearing out of her frame.

"Paris…" he called, yet again.

She sighed, before turning to see Sirius's blank face once more. "Sirius?" she replied, hoping that if he did in fact have a reason for doing this, that he would get to it soon, preferably before the bell rang.

"…can I borrow a quill?" Resisting the urge to roll her eyes she walked away shaking her head in amazement.

"It was good to have a full class again," Minerva thought to herself as Paris silently appeared at the door closely followed by Sirius Black, both sporting a look of sheer confusion. Automatically seating themselves next to their counterparts, Paris eyed Sirius suspiciously as Lily unpacked her textbook and inkpot. She passes her quill along the tables until it reached James who looked at it with an obvious look of confusion etched across his face until Sirius retrieved it from him, answering his narrowing eyes with a short shrug.

Taking notes, Paris glanced at her unusually long quill, sparkling in the midday sun, pausing distractedly she muttered, "this isn't mine…"

"Do you have something to add Miss Weiss?" McGonagal smiled sweetly, raising her eyebrows to an unnatural height.

"Oh, erm…no?" She stuttered, guessing that this was the right thing to say under the circumstances, as stifled laughter issued from a group of Slytherins at the front of the class.

"How about you, Mr Goyle?" she asked, her dulcet tones dripping with distain as she eyed him closely.

James couldn't get over Sirius's distracted attention; mostly because the only two-sided conversation that he had collaborated on was what they hoped would be for dinner. Any other day, Sirius would have been the first to retaliate as the Slytherins charmed James's hair to personify, leaving his head entirely bald. As it was, Sirius didn't even notice and when Lily shrieked, he began to look for an escapee spider on which to practice the art of tap dancing. Not only was this surprising due to them having completed that art two months previously, but also in Charms with Professor Flitwick, and not in Transfiguration where the candle which he was suppost to be transforming in to a bottle of butterbeer was lying intact on the table in front of him. Need less to say; he thought something might be wrong.

Lily watched amazed, as Paris managed to use her quill to enchant the sunlight from beyond the lake and make it dance gleefully upon her parchment. It was of course just a trick of the light, or the mind… or some other easily explainable coincidence that happened to coincide with their transfiguration lesson.

It was only when her incantation backfired and she ended up with half a burnt out candle and a lap full of butterbeer that she managed to drag her eyes away from the scroll to notice James very close shave (if you'll excuse the pun) with the Slytherins.

She screamed.

Minerva stared in disbelieve at the students in front of her. Obviously there were some pupils who couldn't expect much more than an exploding candle or an empty bottle from. But not these four! Lily had recently lost her parents, but that had so far only made her more dedicated to her studies. And as for Sirius! He didn't arrive with James, which was surprising in itself, but he was also looking past Paris, through the window and attempting to drink his failed attempt at transfiguration.

Something was very wrong.

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