Disclaimer: You know this. I don't own HP or the canon characters or
events, just Selcah, some of the plot, and most of the plants.
Author's Note: Beware the broccoli! (Read Miss Piratess's "I'd Kill You if You Weren't Already Dead" and you'll understand. Good story.)
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Chapter 8
Are You Guys... Friends?
—in the Great Hall—
Sirius sat down beside Selcah, and he shoveled meatloaf onto his plate. "So, Selcah, why was Snape bothering you?"
"He wasn't."
"Okay, why was he talking to you?"
"Does it matter?"
"Ye—"
A sharp elbow dug into Sirius's side. He glared at his brown-haired friend, but Remus was calmly eating. Selcah looked at Sirius, her eyebrows quirked. "I suppose not," he muttered, and he started eating. Selcah shrugged after a moment and turned to her own food.
They made it through half the meal without returning to the question of Snape, since James started a food fight with Sirius by bewitching food to attack him. Very little else could be discussed until they finally settled the food fight, which only happened after Remus caused a mug of pumpkin juice to smack the back of James's head and hit Sirius himself. Then, while James and Remus were helping Peter understand their Transfiguration lesson from that day, Sirius turned again to Selcah. "So why was Snape talking to you?"
"You aren't going to give up on this, are you?"
"No, so you might as well surrender the requested information while you can." Sirius grinned.
Selcah sighed. "Fine. He's been helping me learn Potions."
"Why?"
"Sirius, you know that's my worst subject."
Sirius stared at her. "But you never needed a tutor before."
James, Remus, and Peter looked over at this pronouncement, James's eyebrows vanishing behind his untidy bangs.
Selcah pursed her lips as she pushed her broccoli around her plate. "I could have used one, but I've barely managed to keep my grade above passing. But this year we're preparing for O.W.L.S, and I just can't do it."
"But... I mean... Remus could have helped you."
"Um, Pa—Sirius, Care of Magical Creatures is my favorite subject, and Defense against the Dark Arts is my best."
"But... but... " Sirius looked to James. The bespectacled boy sighed and turned to Selcah.
"Are you sure there isn't someone else who can tutor you?"
"I am not sure, but Snape is a competent tutor—"
James and Sirius snorted with laughter, and Remus glared at them. "Well, if any of us can help..." He shrugged.
"You're very kind, but I'm fine. Besides, I know you four have your own studies to tend to."
Sirius's mouth dropped open, and he stared at Selcah. "But..."
"Thank you, but we're fine." Selcah smiled at her friend as his mouth thinned, his eyes wide as a puppy's. "Really. If I need your guys's help, I'll ask."
Sirius's expression only deepened. Selcah bit her lip, suppressing a giggle. When Sirius's lower lip began to quiver, she speared a piece of broccoli and tossed it at him. "Hey!"
Selcah laughed.
Author's Note: Beware the broccoli! (Read Miss Piratess's "I'd Kill You if You Weren't Already Dead" and you'll understand. Good story.)
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Chapter 8
Are You Guys... Friends?
—in the Great Hall—
Sirius sat down beside Selcah, and he shoveled meatloaf onto his plate. "So, Selcah, why was Snape bothering you?"
"He wasn't."
"Okay, why was he talking to you?"
"Does it matter?"
"Ye—"
A sharp elbow dug into Sirius's side. He glared at his brown-haired friend, but Remus was calmly eating. Selcah looked at Sirius, her eyebrows quirked. "I suppose not," he muttered, and he started eating. Selcah shrugged after a moment and turned to her own food.
They made it through half the meal without returning to the question of Snape, since James started a food fight with Sirius by bewitching food to attack him. Very little else could be discussed until they finally settled the food fight, which only happened after Remus caused a mug of pumpkin juice to smack the back of James's head and hit Sirius himself. Then, while James and Remus were helping Peter understand their Transfiguration lesson from that day, Sirius turned again to Selcah. "So why was Snape talking to you?"
"You aren't going to give up on this, are you?"
"No, so you might as well surrender the requested information while you can." Sirius grinned.
Selcah sighed. "Fine. He's been helping me learn Potions."
"Why?"
"Sirius, you know that's my worst subject."
Sirius stared at her. "But you never needed a tutor before."
James, Remus, and Peter looked over at this pronouncement, James's eyebrows vanishing behind his untidy bangs.
Selcah pursed her lips as she pushed her broccoli around her plate. "I could have used one, but I've barely managed to keep my grade above passing. But this year we're preparing for O.W.L.S, and I just can't do it."
"But... I mean... Remus could have helped you."
"Um, Pa—Sirius, Care of Magical Creatures is my favorite subject, and Defense against the Dark Arts is my best."
"But... but... " Sirius looked to James. The bespectacled boy sighed and turned to Selcah.
"Are you sure there isn't someone else who can tutor you?"
"I am not sure, but Snape is a competent tutor—"
James and Sirius snorted with laughter, and Remus glared at them. "Well, if any of us can help..." He shrugged.
"You're very kind, but I'm fine. Besides, I know you four have your own studies to tend to."
Sirius's mouth dropped open, and he stared at Selcah. "But..."
"Thank you, but we're fine." Selcah smiled at her friend as his mouth thinned, his eyes wide as a puppy's. "Really. If I need your guys's help, I'll ask."
Sirius's expression only deepened. Selcah bit her lip, suppressing a giggle. When Sirius's lower lip began to quiver, she speared a piece of broccoli and tossed it at him. "Hey!"
Selcah laughed.