"Okay, most embarrassing moment?" Isabelle said, leaning back on her elbows, looking out over the lake.

The sun was setting and the three of us, Isabelle, Lily and I, were sitting on the rooftop of Hogwarts. It was our spot to come and think and just get away from the daily stress school put onto our shoulders. We were in the middle of an intense, spill your guts talk, something I had grown accustomed to quickly after I'd become friends with them in my third year.

"Oh, that's easy," Lily said. "Care of Magical Creatures, fourth year. We were learning all about unicorn and I was comparing their tale hair to that of a regular horse when…"

Isabelle burst out laughing. "I remember that! Code brown, all over your head!"

Lily shuddered. "Disgusting. It was revolting."

"What about you?" Isabelle turned to me, still smiling from remember Lily's moment.

I thought for a moment, pulling my legs underneath me.

"I was ten, it was before I knew I was a witch," I started. "Elisabeth Worley, the prettiest girl at my school, was being mean to me for something and I got angry and all of a sudden…"

"What? What happened?" Isabelle asked eagerly.

I rested my chin on my knee. "Her lunch box flew open and her peanut butter sandwich smashed itself into her face."

Lily furrowed her brows, looking intently at me. "How is that embarrassing?"

"Well I turned bright red afterwards," I explained. "So everyone in the class assumed I did it, even though our teacher claimed there was no way I could have. Nobody spoke to me for a week."

Isabelle and Lily exchanged glances and shrugged.

"You're far too sensitive," Isabelle scolded. "What about your most disgustingly weird crush?"

Lily scrunched up her face. "I had a thing for Professor Klystron."

My jaw dropped in sequence with Isabelle's.

"He was almost fifty!" I squealed.

"I know," she sighed, her cheeks flushing. "I couldn't help it! He reminded me of Anthony Hopkins, don't ask," she said to our confused faces.

"Oh. What about…" Lily thought for a minute while still looking at me with a confused expression on her face. "I know, who was your most awkward kiss and why was it bad?"

Isabelle giggled. "That's easy, the time I kissed Sirius in fourth year was repulsive."

"Why?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes with a smile. "He totally caught me off guard, and he hadn't learned that sucking face doesn't literally mean you suck my face."

Lily and I burst out laughing with Isabelle, before they looked to me again.

"I haven't really had an awkward kiss. Anytime I've kissed someone, I've actually like them so it was gross or anything," I said simply.

Lily nodded and ran her fingers through her long red hair.

"If you would've kissed Remus the other night it would've been awkward," Isabelle said.

I felt my cheeks burn and Lily giggled.

"Yeah, because it's completely obvious you like him."

My jaw dropped. "I do not!"

The two of them nodded in unison, smiling at me like they knew and understood something I didn't.

"You do. And believe me," Lily started while I felt my cheeks flush. "If I'm right about this, which I probably am, he likes you too."

Isabelle nodded in agreement. I stared at them both in shock and then shook my head.

"No, Remus is my friend. My good friend, I don't have any feelings for him that go past the friendship line. I don't…" I babbled.

"Sophie," Isabelle said suddenly. "If you didn't like him your cheeks wouldn't be flaming right now," she said as I flew a hand up to my burning face. "And you would be prattling on like an idiot. We know, and it's okay."

I bit my lower lip, unsure of what to say.

"I think you should go for it," Lily said, Isabelle nodded in agreement.

I looked down at the roof, refusing to meet their eyes. "But what if he doesn't feel that way," I said softly.

"You do like him!" Isabelle squealed, my head snapped up as I shot her a look of irritation.

"Of course I do, you said yourself it was blatantly obvious."

Lily crawled over to me, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and letting me rest my head on hers. "Sophie, sometimes you have to take risks. Life's too short to just be a spectator. You just have to close your eyes and leap and hope that he's there to catch you."

I looked up at her with my brown eyes. "But what if he isn't there to catch me?"

She smiled at me. "I will be."

"Me too," Isabelle added in.

I nodded, unsure of the decision but ready to try it just the same.