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Scarlett sighed in disgust. The previous lesson had been quite possibly the worst Charms class she had experienced in 7 years. It was just like Sirius Black to come up to her, ask her to be his partner in a very endearing, nervous, and very uncharacteristic way, and then promptly cause an explosion in her face. After the bell had rung she had sprinted to the nearest bathroom, and was now standing over the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Well, her eyebrows were singed, there was nothing to be done about that. Her favorite quill had been burned beyond recognition and she had soot all over her face. She was trying to scrub the reminders of Sirius' mistake off of herself when she heard something behind her.

Scarlett slowly turned. It sounded like crying…

"Hello?" she asked tentatively. Someone in the middle stall sniffed.

"What's wrong?" Scarlett inquired, opening the door to find a Ravenclaw 5th year sitting on the toilet and bawling.

"He…he…d-doesn't love me!" the girl sobbed. Scarlett pulled out her handkerchief and was about to offer it to the girl when she realized it was covered in soot.

"There, there," she said awkwardly, putting her arm around the girl. Where was Lily when you needed her, Scarlett thought. She's the one that is good at this sort of thing!

"He t-told me he loved me," the 5th year said, wiping her nose on her sleeve. "And now he loves s-someone else!"

"Well, crying's not going to accomplish much," said Scarlett, trying to comfort her. It didn't work. The girl gave a high-pitched squeak and sobbed harder. Scarlett risked a peek at her watch. Damn. She was going to be late in 2 minutes…but she couldn't just leave the poor girl here after she'd already gotten involved.

"Who is this guy anyway?" she asked, feeling a surge of anger at the person who had landed her in this situation.

"S-S-irius Black," the girl managed to gasp out between sobs.

Lily stabbed her quill furiously into her parchment. If I have to write one more essay this week, she thought, I might be forced to resort to drastic measures. There had been 2 more assigned that day, one in Transfiguration on Animagi and one in Charms on Protean Charms. Lily scowled. If it hadn't been for stupid love-struck Sirius Black, they probably would have gotten off with no homework.

"The next Hogsmeade trip is Saturday," said a voice behind her, making her jump. She whirled around.

"Will you please stop doing that?" she said irritably to James Potter, who was smirking at her in an infuriating and very attractive way.

"Doing what?" he said innocently, batting his eyelashes at her. Lily rolled her eyes.

"Grow up, Potter," she snapped, and resumed attempting to write her Transfiguration essay.

"Why don't you come with me, Evans?" he asked sweetly.

"Potter, I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last guy on the planet!" An odd expression came over Potter's face and for a moment she thought that it was anger. But after he had hurried away, she realized that it had been absolute disappointment.

She almost called after him, but something stopped her. It's James Potter, she told herself. He's a prat. Lily shook her head. This was so confusing.

"O.K, people," said James Potter. "This is our year. I know that every Quidditch captain in the history of this sport has said that every year, but this time, it's true."

"Hear Hear!" exclaimed Dorian Hendler, a beater. Cayden Byrne, one of the chasers, elbowed him in the ribs.

"Thank you, Byrne. Anyway, we definitely have more talent than Hufflepuff and Slytherin put together, but we're not going to beat Ravenclaw without some long, hard practices. So Byrne, Langley, and Fletcher…we'll be working on the Hawkshead. Padfoot, you and Hendler are going to try out the Dopplebeater defense. Lundgren…." He trailed off, looking around.

"Where's Scarlett?"

"She's probably at--"

However, Sirius did not have a chance to say where he thought Scarlett was, because at that moment her fist made solid contact with his face. For a moment there was nothing but chaos and confusion as the Gryffindor Quidditch team watched their keeper beat one of their beaters up. Then what was happening sank in and they all dove on Scarlett, trying to pull her off of Black.

"Merlin, Lundgren! What the hell is wrong with you!" shouted James.

"It's just what he deserves," answered Scarlett, breathing heavily. "He caused an explosion in Charms today, which burned my best quill, singed by eyebrows, and caused me to be late because I had to spend 10 minutes trying to scrub the soot off. And I found a 5th year in the loo bawling her eyes out because he told her he loved her and then dumped her a day later. He has absolutely no respect for women." Nina Fletcher, the only other girl on the team, nodded in agreement.

"He broke my friend Ivy's heart," she stated, looking at Sirius scathingly. Sirius, who was lying on the ground with blood running down his face, looked scandalized.

"Hello…I've just had the shit beaten out of me, a little sympathy would be nice," he said, annoyed. James helped him up.

"We can't say you've been fighting, we'll be out of the running if we have to practice without a keeper and a beater because they're in detention," he said.

"We could say he got hit in the face with a bludger," suggested Hendler.

"A very pretty bludger with long dark hair and blue eyes," muttered Sirius as James dragged him to the Hospital Wing.

"Lily?" She turned, almost running into a frightened-looking 1st year. It was Lupin.

"Hi, Remus," she said, smiling. He went pale.

"Erm…that was a very interesting Charms lesson today," he managed. Lily looked a little confused.

"Oh, um, yes, it was," she replied, wondering where this conversation was going.

"Do you---do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" he asked nervously.

Lily looked at him. He certainly was no James Potter, but he was tall and had gorgeous deep brown eyes. And he had always been nice to her, which was more than she could say about James.

"Yeah…alright," she said, smiling. "Oh, damn, I'm late…I'm supposed to meet with McGonagall. See you, Remus." She hurried off towards McGonagall's office, leaving Remus alone.

He slowly let out a breath. Lily was going to Hogsmeade with him…he felt like flying. There was only one problem…how was he going to tell James?