A/N: Wow, Claire is a dummy, lol! Well, continuing on! Oh, and by the way, this chapter is really short and really important so, read it.

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Claire's POV

"Ow!" I said loudly as I sat up. Something was trying to pin me to the hospital wing bed. I knew it was the hospital wing bed because there were no other beds in the building that were this lumpy. I didn't dare to open my eyes, afraid of what I might see. Everything was a total blur and I couldn't remember a thing. I felt nauseas and I had a horrible migraine. I wanted to back to sleep, or just die because this had to be the worst ting I'd ever experienced. I'd woken up with a hangover every morning for the past week, what was so different his time. Why were there two stomach pains this time other than just the sick feeling. I realized it, a stabbing pain in the pit of my stomach, guilt. Why was I guilty? What had I done wrong? Nothing seemed to surface in my memory. I struggled to open my eyes, and when they had peeked open, I saw there were a pair of arms draped over my sleeping form, a head resting on the arms, asleep. I tried to concentrate on the face. The person who was attached to it was sitting in one of the hospital's arm chairs, looking worried.

I tried to concentrate on the face again, it seemed so familiar and so beautiful. I wanted to memorize every facet in it, but I felt like even if I memorized it, it wouldn't be enough to capture it. I wanted reach out and touch it. And, without thinking, my hands traced along the face's jawbone. The face's eyelids flew open. I knew those eyes, from a dream or possibly something else, but where couldn't remember. They looked like the most emotion-bearing eyes I had ever seen. In them I saw sadness, relief, pain, torment, sleep-deprivation, and a haunted look that flowed through my mind and was automatically memorized. Something was strange about this face. That haunted look would haunt me forever now. As soon as his eyes flew open, she pulled her hand away, like a small child who was afraid of being seen.

Back to third person

"Are you okay?" Sirius asked softly, grabbing Claire's hand as it pulled away from his face in reflex. Claire tilted her head to the side, as though seeing Sirius for the first time in her life. She nodded softly, pinching the bridge of her nose in the pain of her headache. "Are you sure?" came the voice in a more concerned manner. This tome she shook her head. "What hurts?"

"Head…stomach…guilt," she said without thinking. She clapped a hand over her mouth, the one that wasn't in Sirius's hand. Sirius smiled softly, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"You should feel guilty, very guilty. You lied to your brother, you yelled at me, you got drunker than an alcoholic has ever been and…" he trailed off as Claire moaned and threw herself back onto the pillow.

"Please, don't. I'm dumb, Sirius. I have the common sense of a thumbtack, sorry," she said angrily. She was angry with herself, for ending up in a position like the one she had landed in.

"You don't have the common sense of a thumbtack," he said comfortingly.

"Yeah, I do, Sirius. I was an idiot, I was a freaking stupid girl who was so pissed at the world that I went and got drunk every single night. You have not seen me not hungover for the past week." She sighed and rolled over on the bed so she wouldn't have to look at those eyes.

"Hey," he said softly. "Don't say crap like that."

"Why? It's true," she grumbled.

"No it's not, well, the hangovers maybe, but you aren't an idiot, and you know that."

"Leave me alone!" she yelled. Sirius was so shocked that he accidentally pushed the chair backwards and fell.

"Fine!" he yelled, standing up. "You keep on doing stupid stuff. See how Lily feels. You almost died last night, Claire. You kept Lily up all night, and she's worried sick because you two had an argument last time you spoke. She was mad because that's what she said last to you! She was worried about you, Claire, and so was Tanya. You see how you make the world feel, Princess Claire, little miss, I want all the attention so I go and get myself drunk and hit it off with the biggest ass in the school!"

"Go away!" shrieked Claire, sitting up and grabbing the vase off of her bedside table and throwing it at him. It shattered at his feet and he stormed out of the ward, slamming the door shut on his way. She wasn't mad at Sirius, she was mad at herself and taking it out on Sirius. The migraine was pounding in her skull violently and she wanted nothing more than to just die at that moment.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: vey short, I know, but I couldn;t think of anything to tack on to end that. It just sort of sounded right to end there, you know?