Disclaimer: I, like all of you, unless JK Rowling is reading this fic, have the misfortune of not owning Harry Potter. It's truly sad that I am afflicted by this terrible tragedy.

This time I switch between Peter and Suzie. Deal with it. It was originally going to be just a Peter chapter, but it wasn't long enough.

The next day, Peter noticed that the girls avoided the boys like the plague. He saw them going around, with Lily dragging them all into the bathroom at the sight of the boys, and Caroline protesting until the last minute, when she gave in for her friend's sake. Peter was helping this process by making sure that the boys were using secret passages instead of travelling through the school like ordinary people, but it wouldn't have really mattered if they'd run into each other anyway, as Sirius was also avoiding the boys.

He was incredibly angry at James for ruining his date, and after finding out what Lily really liked from Remus and Peter, he had vowed to go out with her again, and get it right. However, he was too embarrassed over their previous date to do it again anytime soon, and so now he was roaming the school, or, from what Peter could see on the Map at the moment, heading back from Hogsmeade.

'Sirius is returning from Hogsmeade,' he commented.

'I bet he was at the Hog's Head,' said James, 'Two Knuts.'

'OK, I'll take that bet,' said Remus, 'I bet he went to Zonko's.'

'Honeydukes,' said Peter, 'It was the passage he used.'

'That's the passage we always use.'

'Still, that's my bet.'

When Sirius came into the room a few minutes later, he had a big bag full of something lumpy, and a blissful expression on his face.

'Where did you go, Sirius?' asked James bluntly.

'Hogsmeade,' replied Sirius, dumping the contents of the bag onto his bed. It had been full of Honeydukes chocolate. As Sirius had his back turned, unwrapping a bar of chocolate, James and Remus threw a grinning Peter his money.

'Pleasure doing business with you, gents.'

'You go to Honeydukes, then? Anywhere else?' asked Remus, in a desperate attempt to get his money back.

'Nope, jus'Ho'ydu'es,' said Sirius, his mouth full of chocolate, 'Want some chocolate?'

Remus, James and Peter gladly obliged. Once the chocolate had been distributed, Remus commented,

'You seem cheery.'

'Hmm,' replied Sirius, 'I ate chocolate.'

'We know, Padfoot.'

'I know.'

'Hmm.'

They sat there for a while, munching on their chocolate, with James trying to steal some of Sirius', to no avail. Peter was glad Sirius was in a good mood again – he just hoped it would last.

'Aahtchoo!'

The sound of the sneeze reverberated around the sixth-year girls' dorm. Sarah screwed up her eyes and Summoned the tissues, before sneezing again.

'I hate colds,' she moaned, 'I haven't had such a bad one in ages! And why now, in March?'

'I know,' said Suzie sympathetically, as Sarah burst into a wheezing coughing fit, 'Poor you.'

Lily then bustled over from the bathroom, with a nasty looking purple solution. Caroline crinkled up her nose in confusion.

'What's that?' she asked.

'Cough medicine,' said Lily.

'What?'

'Muggle cough medicine.'

'Oh. Why is it purple?'

'Because its blackcurrant flavoured.'

'Flavoured? How strange!'

'Not really,' said Sarah, taking the cup from Lily, 'But don't you have strawberry?'

'You're lucky I have cough medicine.'

'I suppose.'

She downed the cough medicine in one gulp. She screwed up her face and shuddered.

'That truly is horrible,' she announced afterwards.

'I can imagine,' said Caroline, 'If I ever get a cold, promise you won't feed me that, Lily. Even my dad never uses that stuff, and he's a Muggle.'

Lily sighed, and took the cup back into the bathroom, to be washed up later. Suzie put her braid behind her ear, and picked up a Sugar Quill to suck on.

'I still don't get it,' she said, 'how would adding armadillo bile help?'

Lily peered over her shoulder.

'It makes it shiny.'

'I wouldn't want to put that in my hair, it's bile. Is there anything else that would work?'

'What are you doing?' asked Caroline.

'Potions homework,' replied Suzie, 'I'm trying to design a potion to keep my braids fixed. What potion you doing?'

'I didn't even know we had Potions homework,' said Caroline, and she returned to fiddling with the hem of her robes.

'Don't do that, it will unravel,' said Lily with distaste, before saying, to Suzie, 'I'm doing a potion to help me wake up in the mornings.'

'I'm going to design a nicer cough medicine,' chipped in Sarah.

'I thought you were going to try and create a potion to poison your nails so you don't bite them.'

'I think improving modern medicine is a much more worthwhile cause. And anyway, I haven't bitten my nails in a week, since using that nail varnish Suzie gave me, so there.'

Caroline suddenly stood up and stretched, before slouching towards the door.

'Would you care to inform us where you are going?' asked Lily, raising an eyebrow as Caroline went past. Caroline blinked at her.

'What? Oh, just down to the common room. Maybe to the grounds. Maybe to the kitchens. You used up my chocolate supply last night.'

Lily rolled her eyes, and Caroline left. Suzie closed her textbook.

'I think I'll join her,' she said. Sarah watched her from the depths of her duvet.

'Come back soon,' she said piteously, and Suzie waved as she left. As she went down the stairs, trying to catch up with Caroline, she could still hear their voices.

'Oh, stop acting so mournful,' Lily chastised, 'We'll have lots of fun, just the two of us!'

'You sound like my mother.'

'Fantastic.'

Suzie arrived at the foot of the stairs, and entered the common room. To her annoyance, Caroline was nowhere in sight. The only people there were several first-years and a third-year couple, snogging so passionately it was scary. She sighed, feeling sad, and flopped herself onto the sofa by the fireplace, and peered into the flames. She felt something soft slink around her feet – it was Lily's kitten, Janie. Suzie lifted her onto the sofa, and stroked her.

'Oh, Janie,' she said, and, putting on an accent, just for the fun of it, continued, 'I don't why on earth I feel so melancholy. It's simply dreadful. My dear kitty, do you have any ideas?'

Janie may not have had any direct ideas, but Suzie was cheered up a bit by the scared look on some of the first years' faces.

I can't think of a topic this time. What a tragedy. Oooh, tragedy… discuss Macbeth.

Hepsa