They met up later in the classroom, where Dolphin filled Lupin in on everything that had happened – how they'd come from the 'future', how Wyverna had been Sorted into Slytherin and now had to stay in character, everything.
"So," interrupted Wyverna, "how's Siri?" Lupin stared at her.
"Haven't you heard?"
"Um, heard what?" asked Wyverna, bewildered.
"Don't you know?" asked Dol, in amazement.
"Look, instead of asking me if I know, when it is quite obvious I don't, will someone please just fill me in," snapped Wyverna.
"All right, all right! Jeez, no need to get so touchy," replied Dol.
"Well, maybe I wouldn't need to be if someone wasn't always acting like she knew something I didn't!"
Lupin had watched all this in amazement.
"What happened to you two?" he asked. "You used to be best friends, and now... Well, look at you!" The two girls glared at each other.
"It's all her fault!" they burst out simultaneously. Lupin sighed, looking older than ever. Wyverna caught sight of the look on his face, and felt ashamed.
"Maybe I should go," she muttered quietly. "I'll just get someone else to fill me in." She left the room, and made her way back to the Slytherin Common Room, where she sat looking into the fire.
Wyverna woke up to find that she'd slept all night in the armchair in front of the fire. Without opening her eyes, she muttered 'alterify', which gave her a change of clothes, not that they were visible under her robes. Sleepily opening her eyes, she felt rather than saw two grey eyes staring steadily into her own.
"S-Sirius?" she murmured, stifling a yawn. "Is that really you?" She opened her eyes fully, only to see... no-one. But he had been there in the fire, she was sure of it! No matter. She summoned her brush, and began brushing her long dark hair.
At breakfast the atmosphere was tense. Very tense. Wyverna and Dolphin were glaring daggers at each other, and that of course put the Gryffindors and Slytherins on edge. Finally something snapped, and Dolphin couldn't take it anymore. She walked over to the Slytherin table, and leaning over towards Wyverna she spoke to her quietly.
"There's something I think you should know. Your ex is a murderer." Wyverna's eyes grew large and round, and she stared up at Dol. "Oh, for goodness' sake, don't act as though you didn't know. You're pathetic," Dol snapped in frustration. Wyverna said nothing, just continued to stare, until her sapphire eyes filled with tears. Draco rose.
"Don't you dare call her pathetic," he hissed.
"Oh, yeah? And who's going to stop me?" she said.
"I am," Draco said.
"Yeah?" said Harry. He, Hermione and Ron had followed Dol over from the Gryffindor table. "I think we might have to do something about that."
"Yeah?" said Blaise, flanked by Tom and Millicent Bulstrode, who had come over to see what all the commotion was. "I think we might have to do something about that."
All of a sudden there were cries of 'Expelliarmus!', and Blaise, Tom, Millicent, Harry, Hermione and Ron were all unconscious on the floor. From the teachers' table Snape shook his head, sadly.
"I regret ever teaching them that."
Draco stood up in front of Wyverna, who was still staring mutely at Dolphin.
"Looks like it's just you and me now, Stebbs. I bet your parents are both Muggles, aren't they?" When Dol made no reply Draco knew it was true. "They are, aren't they?" he said in delight. "Well, no wonder you're friends with Mudblood Granger. Now we have Mudblood Stebbs, as well"
Over at the Gryffindor table George had over heard Draco's last comment, and was by Dol's side in a flash.
"You're dead, Malfoy," he hissed. Fred came over.
"Don't do anything you might regret," he warned.
"What's up?" asked Draco. "Has your pathetic father taught you both to be cowards, like him? Unambitious cowards, at that." Dolphin grabbed George's arm just in time to stop him from attacking Draco, but Fred wasn't so lucky. He made it to Draco, and flung himself at him, hitting every part of him that he could reach.
"Stupid... Pathetic... Git... Don't... say that... about... Dad... at least... he's not... a Death Eater!" he grunted, emitting each word with the punch.
Draco made no attempt to stop Fred, but just inserted sarcastic little comments each time Fred paused for breath. Wyverna was watching all this with amusement, and Dolphin was too busy holding George back to be able to break up the two boys. Eventually Snape decided to intervene. He split them up with such force that Fred was thrown back against a wall.
"No fighting in the Great Hall, Weasley," he said icily. "This has to be at least the fifteenth time in the past year. I think something more than just detention should be done... How about a Quidditch ban?" Draco had stood up by this time, and didn't seem to be hurt much, he just had a small bruise under his eye.
"How come you're not hurt?" whispered Wyverna. Draco smirked.
"You didn't think I don't know a basic shield charm, do you?"
"Mister Malfoy, pay attention, please," snapped McGonagall, coming over. "If you really think that a Quidditch ban is suitable, Severus, then perhaps Malfoy should have one as well." Snape frowned, but didn't object. "Very well, then I'll expect both your brooms in my office in at least an hour. If that's all, then I think it's time we all went to lessons."
"Wow!" exclaimed Dolphin, coming through the door of the Gryffindor Common Room. "Oh, wow!"
"What is it?" asked Harry, coming up behind her.
"Gryffindor Beater try-outs! Tonight!"
"Are you going to try out?"
"I don't know," said Dol, biting her lip. "Do you think I should?"
"I haven't seen you play. Are you good?" Dol flushed. She'd never actually played, she just liked the thought of it.
"I don't know," she repeated, honestly. "I wouldn't like to say."
"What broom have you got?" What broom had she got? Wait – she remembered Wyverna telling her this.
"A Firebolt?" she said uncertainly. Yeah, that sounded right. "I've got a Firebolt."
"Whoa." Harry looked at her in amazement. "That is one good broom. Hey, I've got an idea! How about we go down to the Quidditch pitch and get some practice in? Then I'll tell you if I think you're good enough. Of course, I'm sure you will be," he added, quickly. Dolphin shrugged. It seemed like a good idea.
"Sure. Why not?"
Meanwhile, in Wyverna-land...
"Awesome!" exclaimed Wyverna, coming through the door of the Slytherin Common Room. "Oh, awesome!"
"What is it?" asked Blaise, coming up behind her.
"Slytherin Seeker try-outs! Tonight!"
"Are you going to try out?"
"Probably," said Wyverna confidently. "What do you think?"
"I haven't seen you play. Are you good?" Wyverna put her head to one side.
"I think so. It depends what you mean by 'good', exactly."
"What broom have you got?" It'd be the same one she'd had back in Marauder time, wouldn't it? The same one she'd met Sirius on...
"A F-Firebolt," she said, her voice catching.
"Whoa." Blaise looked at her in amazement. "That is one good broom. Hey, I've got an idea! How about we go down to the Quidditch pitch and get some practice in? Then I'll tell you if I think you're good enough. Of course, I'm sure you will be," he added, quickly. Wyverna shrugged. It seemed like a good idea.
"Sure. Why not?"
