The Hundred Things: New Year
Theme 095
Disclaimer: (n.) 1. (law) A voluntary repudiation of a person's legal claim to something; 2. Denial of any connection with or knowledge of; 3. My humble acknowledgment of J.K. Rowling's brilliance and ownership.
"So, any new year's resolutions? Get over Evans?"
A laugh, and I lazily hurl a worn pillow at Sirius. I'm hanging over the edge of my bed, upside-down, the blood rushing to my face.
Of course, it's because I'm hanging upside down.
He catches the pillow with ease and squashes it in his arms.
"Seriously?" I ask after a pause.
"Seriously." His face is straight.
My eyes roll, almost involuntarily, then don't quite return to meet his. "Same every year, isn't it?"
I see him shrugging out of the corner of my eye. "Is this year like the others?"
Is it?
"Or do you mean next year?" I return, obviously evading the question.
Too much blood is going to my head. I roll over and stare at the ceiling.
"You know what I mean. This school year."
Noncommittal grunt. Then, stalling, "Just because I'm Head Boy, and she's Head Girl, and that we work together—"
"Didn't—or doesn't change a thing?" Sirius cuts in. He's amused.
I let out a long sigh. "I didn't say that."
"You were thinking of saying it."
It seems we always have these types of conversations.
"It did change, you know it did."
"Yeah."
Finis
A/N: Well that was most definitely the most broken and fragmented thing I've ever written. I'm quite pleased about the 200-word part though! Gives a sense of completeness, which is lacking in this story (if you can even call it one). Drop a review if you please, all suggestions and commentary appreciated.
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