TWISTED HEARTS
Author: ……sorry, I have writers block lately and internet's been down
Kirjava Deamon: I never had her do underage magic…. I mean, the spell was pretty
basic, learned already by 5th year. Though if you're talking about the fact she used
the spell in her house….she got the warning later but I chose not to mention it,
you'll see
Kylie & Anne: um….Lily isn't going to be in this story as much as I'd like….it's
more focused on Sirius/ OC and Remus/OC than L/J But I'll try a bit more… see how it
goes….
"Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity: essentially useless no matter
how u look at it."
(Quote was given to me by The Contessa)
Chapter Seven: Realization
Sirius realized that he was fond of her and she loved him. But…could he date
her? That was a hard question. For one, he was in a relationship with Belinda
and he didn't like ruining reputations because he wanted to date another,
secondly, Lynn was his friend, like Remus had said. You just don't date
friends. Thirdly, Matthew was coming soon and judging how she had been in the
carriage, she missed him. Or was it that she hated him? There was a thin line
between love and hate that was hard to recognize.
He sighed. He didn't want to get into something complicated. "I'm sorry…I have
to…. See someone…"
Lynn took the pillow from her head and he realized she had been crying more.
"All right… but…"
Sirius raised a brow, becoming his old self. "But what?"
"Don't tell anyone about…what happened… we're friends, nothing more." She
said, the firmness coming back to her voice.
He laughed, relieved. He thought she'd ask him out or something, though it
didn't really sound like Lynn. Then again, he never had seen Lynn cry. It was
shocking. "A kiss doesn't mean anything, especially not to me." He said, a bit
coldly. He was still a bit mad that he hadn't been able to pull away. She
didn't say anything as she wiped away the rest of her tears. He nodded to her
and left.
Lynn sighed and fell down onto her tear-streaked pillow, tiered. She had
really let it out. She hadn't really cried since…well… since she had lost her
parents. That was when she made a promise to herself to not cry like that
again. Even when Matthew broke up with her she hadn't cried this hard.
Yet… she still wanted to cry.
Sirius had been so cold to her, even after that wonderful kiss. She still
couldn't believe that it had happened. Matthew sure as hell hadn't been that
passionate. Then again, Sirius had more practice than anyone. But before she
could think about it anymore, she fell asleep. She had gone way beyond her
emotional limits today.
She woke later that night, still feeling exhausted. But she got out of bed and
forced herself to take a shower. After she dressed she's a bit of a Goth, so
it was a corset top with a black miniskirt under her robes which she tied
about her loosely she went downstairs, sketchbook in hand. She had to get her
feelings down on something, and writing wasn't going to calm her. Lynn started
on a new drawing, leaving the other Sirius one for later. The drawing would be
hard to describe in exact detail, especially since it was about her jumbled
feelings. But to give you an idea of what it was:
Birds were flying upside-down, the clouds had lace weaving throughout them,
the grass was weedy, the flowers petals wiped clean, floating about as a gray
wind swept through everything. There's more, but it'd be impossible to
determine what they were.
When she was done she looked it over and immediately tore it up, cursing. She
was so stupid, wallowing in self-pity like this. She gritted her teeth and
threw the paper into the fire, watching it burn. "You're pathetic." She
muttered to herself.
"Keep acting like that and you are." Lily said quietly, sitting into a chair
next to her.
"Oh, hi."
"What's bugging you now?"
"Nothing..okay…..something… but I don't really want to talk about it."
"Matthew, eh?"
"Not really, I mean, I'm a bit anxious about it, but it's something else…."
"Sirius?" Lily said in a soft tone.
"NO!" Lynn glared at her. "I could care less about him."
"If you say so."
A long silence followed. Finally Lynn sighed. "I'm going to bed now…ciao.."
"G'night." She watched Lynn go up the stairs, sketchbook and all, and
disappear into her room. It wasn't very late, but it wasn't early either. Most
of the students had gone to bed with the promise of a few tests tomorrow.
History of Magic was one of them. She sighed and took out her notes, some she
had ended up copying from Remus since she couldn't stay awake any longer, and
started going over the things that she had highlighted with her wand.
There were soft footsteps down the stairs but she ignored them, immersed
heavily in her studies. When the someone finally sat down in front of her,
sighing, she looked up. It was James. His white tank-top was plastered to his
frame, sweat still showing on his forehead. "Mind if I join you?" He asked
softly.
"Just as long as you don't bother me."
"Okay." He watched her for a few moments and it finally got on her nerves. She
looked up at him coolly.
"Will you quit staring?!" But she found herself with a tinge of blush on her
cheeks from the attention and from the fact that his sweaty shirt was showing
off his muscular body. It was probably from his Chaser position in Quidditch.
(A/N: If anyone's going to make a big stink about him being a Seeker, they are
wrong. I have a website that is reliable, Scholastic, that had an interview
with JK Rowling and she stated that he played Chaser. If you don't believe me,
I'll give you the website
She stood. "I'm going to bed now, it's rather late." She announced, then ran
up to her room, blushing at some thoughts that popped up.
'What was I thinking?!' She thought to herself later, staring at the ceiling.
'I shouldn't be thinking of such things when he's the enemy!'
But another voice interrupted her reasoning. 'But Lynn gets a long with
them…they can't be all that bad….'
Her other side laughed. 'But Lynn isn't exactly easy to get along with
either……wait….why am I thinking this to myself! Oh god, I've become a skitso,
I'm having conversations with myself!' She shook herself and turned over,
closing her eyes and forcing herself to sleep. Her last thought haunted her
dreams however. 'Is it possible I like James Potter?'
Author: Yes I know, super short right? Not my fault, blame writers block. Evil
disease! I tried to put in more Lily, so I hope you liked it
