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Chapter 3: The Million Dollar Question
"Could someone please get the others for dinner?" Molly Weasley asked, her voice muffled through the stack of fresh towels to be put away.
"I'll go," Lana jumped up. If she had to listen to one more story form the twins about how they had saved an innocent animal or invented some new healing potion, she'd go insane.
Mrs. Weasley watched as Lana practically ran away from the kitchen table. She walked over to her sons and slapped the backs of their heads.
"Ow! What was that for?" George yelped.
"For talking your mouths off and scaring that poor girl away! One would think you two were some idiot fools trying to impress a veela, by the way you were carrying on."
Fred looked at his brother and muttered, "Hey, can't blame a guy for trying." George shrugged.
Lana walked into the parlor and found Remus, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry. The latter two were sitting in an overstuffed armchair, cuddling. "Dinner will be ready in just a moment."
Remus looked up. "Oh thanks." She turned to walk away, "Wait." He stepped over Ron's sprawled body, so he could talk to her privately. "Just so you know, Sirius doesn't always act so out of it, he's just upset"
"Does this have anything to do with Casey?"
He looked taken aback, "How'd you know?"
"Well, when I walked in, at first he thought I was her. Then, later on I asked him about it."
"Hmm… that's weird. Normally, he refuses to talk about her at all. What did he say?"
Lana shrugged, "Not much, just said that she was his fiancée and that she died." There was an awkward pause. "Well, I should really go find the others," and with that she left without any real intentions of finding anyone but Sirius.
She climbed up the stairs and didn't bother knocking before opening the door. She walked slowly towards Sirius, who was kneeling on the ground, looking at pictures. Sirius looked up when he saw a pair of black sneakers in front of him.
"Lana."
"Dinner's ready," she blurted out, not knowing what to say.
"Oh. Okay."
Lana hesitated, then at last, asked what had been on her mind since she found out who Casey was. "Will you tell me about it?"
Sirius just stare at her, both angry and amused that she had the effrontery to ask the million dollar question everyone else was too chicken to propose. He didn't know how to respond to this. Here was his chance to finally let everything out, to let someone else carry the burden he had been trudging along with for nineteen years. Yet something was holding him back. A little nagging thought in the back of his mind was telling him she had no right. She didn't even know Casey. "But then again, you'd still hesitate if it were Remus, and he knew her almost as well as you did, Black." He reasoned with himself.
After a few moments of silence, Sirius looked down and said in almost a whisper, "Okay."