Disclaimer: JKR is the queen of all of the HP stuff you recognize in this story

Yea I'm back what now? Ok, just kidding, but seriously.

I've been on such a road block with this story, so I decided that I wasn't too pleased with it, so I've decided to revise any and all of the chapters that make me unhappy. And this was one of them.

The story is the same, but sentences have changed considerably, and the end of this chapter has been added on to so I would suggest reading it. Thanks for being patient guys!

Chapter 1. No Modesty

My day was as ordinary as it could've gotten. I was walking down the hallway, on my jolly way to Transfiguration, you know, with the usual crowd; Ben, Jenni, Anni, Susan, and Graham.

Ugh Gods, we're like the size of a miniature mob, I'm telling you.

Anyway, back to the subject of topic!

Wait…that doesn't make any sense. Back to the subject of conversation. Yea, much better.

Graham just couldn't shut up about his maneuvers during Quidditch practices, as he is beater. He was just rambling on and on and on, as if I was listening! I wonder, really, is he wants to torture me with that talk, I mean, organized sports…ick!

We took that turn onto the thirds hallway, you know, the one with the bathroom that shoots water up and out of the sink? Yea that one.

I inevitably saw Sirius, The Sirius Black.

OK, I'm kidding there. No really, it's not out of the ordinary that I see Black everywhere, he is in all of my classes.

He was with that little brat, Whatshername.

I am not kidding you, her name IS Whatshername.

Only it's pronounced 'woots-heir-nah-meh'.

……………….I pity her.

What kind of cruel parents would do such a thing to their child?

Ugh, and I thought Santasia sounded weird.

Yea that's my name, and if you ask me, it sounds a bit too Disney for my taste, but whatever.

Getting back on track, I am not dim enough to get miffed over just seeing The Sirius Black and Whatshername.

They were snogging, in a tiny little broom cupboard, WITH THE DOOR OPEN.

Where has the modesty gone people?

I mean, I'm sure the door just accidentally slipped open, but I don't think Whatshername's skirt was cut short by accident, and I certainly don't think her shirts unbuttoned like that by accident!

For those kinds of things, I just can't show respect.

It's such a disgrace, the pair are just at it, completely oblivious to their audience, which consists of a lot of fourth year and older boys.

You know what's sick? Boy will do anything to watch sex, talk about sex, have sex, listen to sex, and do anything with the word sex in it.

How gross.

There's only one thing I can think of doing, and it's going to be social suicide, I know.

My face is scrunched in disgust, as is Jenni, Susan, and Anni's. With good reason of course. Severe PDA is just disconcerting, you know? Like, I'm fine with the pecking and hand holding, I'll just avert my eyes. But this is just atrocious.

And I certainly don't enjoy watching Graham and Ben drooling over the scene. By the looks of it, Jenni doesn't either, because she looks like she's about to hit Ben upside the head. Ah the trials of dating.

Susan nudges me, as if she telepathically knows what I'm about to do and is trying to hurry me up.

I walk up right to the closet, with my legs feeling like bamboo of course, and slam the door. That's it, I slammed it!

And you know what, Sirius and Hogwart's designated slut have not even noticed! But the boy have.

I hear several protests, and some idiot third year who already seems too young comes up and tries to open the door.

I instinctively smack his hand, "What would your mother think?"

He looks guilty now. Prick.

Wonderful, Sirius Black has a lot to thank me for. Who would actually want people to watch their er…romantic…session?

"What the hell was that for?" Graham asks outraged.

Ben is currently being hit over the head with a text book by Jenni. Ben and Jen, how cute!

"That was to stop the excessive drooling", I tell him right as the bell rings and the hall begins to clear up.

The gang and I walk into the Transfiguration classroom and take our usual seats in the back.

Back to his amused self (I'm telling you, boys have the rebound rate of three seconds!) he continues, "Got a pen for me to borrow?"

Honestly, a PEN? Gods, he is such a muggleborn! Even after seven years of Wizard schooling, the boy hasn't learned to ask for a damn quill?

With an exasperated look, I hand him a hot pink one. Teaches him to insult the greatness of the quill.

OK, so I'm a bit proud, so shoot me.

"Hot pink? Santasia what did I do to deserve this?" His eyes widen and he pleads, "I know you have a gazillion other colors!"

"Beggars shouldn't choose", I say before McGonnagal starts taking role.

"Sirius Black?"

Silence, as the whole class shifts uncomfortably, murmurs of gossip enveloping us.

"I saw him today, so I know he's here. Does anyone know why he isn't in class?" McGonnagal asks irritatedly.

I don't know why I did it. I think it's one of those double reflexes you get every now and then, you know? Well for one, I am an excellent liar, when I don't have to lie for myself, which isn't very convenient to be honest.

I suppose it's the Hogwarts unspoken rules that got to me next. There's like ten of them, but I can only keep track of like three.

1. Never rat out a fellow student unless another fellow student is in danger.

2. If one has saved another fellow student from trouble, the fellow student is obliged to pay said student back somehow.

3. Oh well, I think this one has something to do with not eating pudding on Thursdays or something…yea, obviously no genius wrote this.

So whatever I said next, I must clarify, was not to defend Sirius.

It just slipped, honestly.

"Professor, he had to go to the hospital wing. Black spilled poisonous pus on his finger during Herbology."

Immediately, I went deep red in the face. At least 15 heads turned to guffaw at me, and my delightful friends just start chortling at me.

If that is what I get, then Sirius owes me big for this, and he will know it by the time lunch comes around, because this kind of gossip can't sit still for more then three seconds.

But for now roll is over, and McGonnagal had ordered us to partner up, and I see Graham and his hot pink quill waiting for me.

"So what was that about?" Graham watched me curiously as I pull my books towards him.

"I don't know, it just slipped out I guess", I continue to pull out my parchment as he watches me.

"Looks like my little Santa has something on her mind- holy fuck OW!"

Santa. SANTA.

Yes I punched Graham for calling me Santa, but honestly, do you want to be compared to a fat hairy man in an ugly red jumper creeping down chimneys and being accompanied by weirdass flying reindeers with glowing noses?

I think NOT.

"You know, it's not an insult", he says meekly under my glare, "You're being referred to a jolly man who gives presents to the unfortunate and is working for the greater good." Graham's gaze shifts between his hot pink quill and me, and he shrugs. "On the other hand, I'm not sure about the 'greater good' part so much." Another punch has been served.

Like I said, it had been another ordinary day.