CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWENTY

"Jane, wake up."

Jane rolled over and buried her face into a pillow. James shook her a little bit.

"Leavemealone," she said groggily.

"No," Sirius said. "It's one o'clock in the afternoon. Get up!"

Jane lifted her head off her pillow and squinted at her clock. She groaned and let her face fall back into the pillow. The last time she'd woken up, it had been around nine. She could've honestly gotten up then, but the bed and the pillows were just so warm and inviting, like they still were right now.

However, Jane's stomach rumbled, and she realised how painfully hungry she was. She sat up, stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. And then, it hit her: Will wasn't there. She swallowed hard and shook her head, trying to push the thought away.

She looked at the boys. Sirius was grinning at her, and James was actively looking somewhere else.

"Lose your shirt last night, Janie?"

Jane looked down and saw only her bra. She immediately covered herself with her blanket, vaguely remembering waking up last night, being a little too warm, and throwing her shirt off. Then, her stomach growled again.

"James?" she cooed in an overly sweet voice.

He rolled his eyes and looked back at her.

"Will you go make me a sandwich? I'm starved."

"No," he told her.

"Pleeeeease?" Jane begged.

James sighed.

"Ham or Turkey?"

Jane grinned.

"Surprise me," she said, and James left the room mumbling something about lazy people.

"You're the best!" Jane called after him.

"I know," she heard him call back to her, causing her to smile a bit.

Jane turned to Sirius.

"You wanna get out so I can change?"

"I don't see anything wrong with what you've got on," he replied, smirking.

Jane rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at him, but he easily caught it and threw it back at her. Jane wrapped herself in the blanket and walked to her closet. Sirius rolled his eyes and fell onto her bed as he watched her stand in her closet, finding something to wear. He frowned when he saw her pull down Will's jacket.

Jane looked down at the jacket in her hands. She'd wanted to sleep with it, but she was scared that it'd start smelling like herself instead of Will. Slowly, she brought it up to her face. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Will's cologne.

And just like that, Jane started to cry. No warning or anything, just tears. She sank to the floor of the closet still wrapped in her duvet, and Sirius sighed. That damn jacket was going to cause a lot of problems; he could already tell. But it wasn't like he could just take it away from her; it was her last piece of Will, and Merlin, would she die if she lost it. Besides, taking away the jacket wouldn't take away the memory of Will. It wouldn't take away how she felt about him.

Sirius pushed himself off of the bed and made his way to the closet. When he sat on the floor beside her, Jane immediately pulled herself over to him and cried into his shoulder. Sirius pulled the blanket back up over her shoulders as it had fallen down a bit. He hugged her to him.

"Come on, Janie, don't cry," Sirius said. "We're gonna have a good day today; you'll see."

"I know. I'm sorry," she said through tears. "It just still hurts."

Sirius reached up and tugged at a shirt until it fell off its hanger.

"Here, wear this; it looks nice on you," he said.

Jane wiped her eyes on the blanket and took the shirt from him before examining it.

"How would you know? I've worn it, like, once," she said, pulling away from him and clutching the blanket around herself tighter.

Sirius shrugged as he stood up.

"I guess it just left a nice impression then," he said, grabbing a pair of jeans and throwing them at her. "Get dressed."

Jane sighed and leaned her head back against the wall. Her chest felt like it was caving in. She didn't want to get dressed. She didn't want to go anywhere. She wanted to stay wrapped up in her blanket in the floor of her closet, maybe with a bag of crisps or perhaps a bowl of ice cream. Getting out there and doing things wasn't exactly part of that equation.

However, it was a part of James and Sirius' four step plan to making her feel better. Step One: Force Jane to do fun things with them. Step Two: Let her cry (mostly) as much as she wants. Step Three: Make sure she's okay. Step Four: Repeat until the crying stops. It wasn't exactly their best plan to date, but they figured that it had to work eventually. Right?

"What are we even doing?" Jane asked.

Sirius grinned.

"Muggle things."

"Oh, dear lord, kill me now."

"I want it."

They had been in London for about an hour, and Jane was just wondering if either of the boys had even bothered to tell Mrs. Potter where they were going that day. Jane had let the boys drag her to a depot because Sirius really wanted to look at the cars. They were somewhere in the back of the lot, and Jane turned to see what Sirius was talking about.

Jane's eyebrows shot up, and she gave Sirius a dead expression.

"Sirius. No."

But he was already grinning, running his fingers over the handlebars of the blue 1959 Triumph Bonneville T120. He looked up from the bike, and Jane shook her head.

"No," Jane repeated slowly.

"Yes," Sirius countered.

Jane shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose, mumbling something incoherent as Sirius continued to grin.

"Sirius, when I say that buying that bike will be the dumbest thing you've ever done—and you've done a lot of stupid things—I actually mean that it will be the dumbest thing you've ever done."

Sirius' grin sort of faded into a frown as Jane said this, and he continued to check out the bike. Jane rolled her eyes.

"Sirius, first of all, you don't know how to drive this thing. Second of all, there's no way they're even gonna sell it to you."

Sirius scoffed in an offended sort of way.

"Why not?"

"Oh, you mean besides the fact that you're a seventeen-year-old kid with no licence, or any paperwork for that matter?"

Sirius smirked.

"Nothing that a little Confundus Charm couldn't fix."

"Sirius!" Jane exclaimed.

"What? I'm not talking about stealing it," Sirius defended. "I'd still pay for it."

"You can't just leave a pile of Galleons on the front desk," Jane said.

"I'm not stupid, Janie. I'll go to Gringotts, have it converted."

"You can't just leave a pile of Muggle money on the desk either, tosser," Jane said. "Besides, I thought you and James wanted to go to the flicks. I want to go to the flicks. You said we were going."

"And we will, I just wanted to look at the cars and the bikes." Sirius said, climbing onto the bike as Jane shook her head. "How do I look?"

"You look like you're getting off of it because we're leaving. Where is James?"

Jane spotted James staring under the hood of a car, talking to some guy with a name badge, and she sighed. She grabbed Sirius by his arm and pulled him away from the bike, which he continued to stare at with a longing in his eyes.

"This is amazing!" James was saying as he looked at the car's engine. "How does it all work?"

The man gave him a funny look, but opened his mouth anyway, ready to explain. However, Jane walked up and grabbed James by his arm as well.

"I'm sorry, but we're not buying," she told the dealer. "We were just looking, but now, we're leaving."

Jane pointed the last part more towards James and Sirius, and they both frowned at her.

"I was just showing your friend here our Spitfire Mark III," the dealer said.

Jane looked at the blue car, and she was filled with a sudden interest, but she shook her head. It was a nice car, but like Sirius, she had no licence, and she wasn't as keen on using a Confundus Charm on the guy. The dealer smiled at her slight hesitation, and he started to point out things under the hood of the car.

"It's got a bored-out 1296 cc engine, SU twin-carburettor form, and it puts out—"

"I don't know what any of that means," Jane interrupted. "I'm sorry. Come on, guys."

"Oh, Janie, you suck all the fun out of everything," Sirius said as they walked away.

"I'm saving you from an early grave," she said. "You'd kill yourself on that bike."

"I would not. Besides, how hard can driving really be?"

"Driving a car isn't so hard," Jane said. "A motorcycle? Well, I don't know for sure, but I'm thinking it's not as easy."

"Oh, you're such a hypocrite, Miss Summer Joyrides," James said, recalling the times she talked about driving around in Sammy's dad's car.

"I bet it's a complete rush," Sirius said, still talking about the bike. "Kinda like flying a broom for the first time, but better."

Jane rolled her eyes. Sirius grinned at her.

"I bet you'd love it if you gave it a try."

"I've never been on a motorbike, and I'm never getting on one," she said.

"Oh, you will," he said, slinging an arm around her. "You'll be the first person I'll take on a ride, and that's a promise."

"Sorry, but I don't have a death wish," Jane told him. "There's no way that you, of all people, are taking me anywhere on that thing."

"You'll change your mind," Sirius assured her.

"Don't hold your breath."

The three of them walked more than a few blocks to the cinema and waited in line for tickets after deciding to see some movie called Crossed Swords. Jane looked around at the movie posters on the building, and she smiled as she spotted a movie that wouldn't be released until next month.

"Oh my god, we have to come back to see that," she told the boys, pointing to the poster.

"The Spy Who Loved Me," Sirius read sort of sceptically. "Sounds like a chick flick if you ask me."

Jane hit him lightly on his arm.

"Careful," she warned. "That's James Bond you're talking about."

"Who?" James asked, looking up at the poster curiously.

"James Bond? Double O Seven? The greatest fictional spy in the world? Any of this ringing a bell?" Jane asked.

James and Sirius stared at her blankly, and she sighed.

"Oh, never mind," she said. "But let me tell you, if James Bond was a real guy and he drove up right now and asked me to go on a mission with him, I'd leave you two faster than you could blink."

James feigned a hurt expression, and Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Even if he was driving a motorcycle?" Sirius asked under his breath sarcastically, obviously still sore about her shooting down his ideas.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sirius," Jane told him. "He's James Bond. Of course I would!"

Sirius shook his head and smirked a bit, giving Jane a small shove on the back. She stumbled into the people who were ahead of them in the ticket line. Jane gave them a quick apology, and when they turned back around, she punched Sirius on the arm.

Looking back at the couple in front of her, Jane watched as the guy snaked his arm around the girl's waist and pulled her a bit closer to his side. A sudden pain shot through Jane's chest when she remembered how Will used to do the same thing to her. She quickly looked back up at the James Bond poster and willed herself not to burst into tears. She couldn't cry now. Today had been going kind of okay, she wasn't about to let herself ruin it.

It was hard though, and not just because Jane missed Will. There was another, small panicking voice in the back of her head that she'd been avoiding ever since the night she'd spent with Will on the Quidditch pitch. However, like yesterday and the day before, she immediately shot down the small voice, and instead, she focused on James and Sirius' voices behind her as they held their own conversation, oblivious to all the terrible pain she was feeling on the inside.

Jane closed her eyes and wondered when Will's letter would get to her, if he'd remembered to write her just that once to let her know that he was okay. She wondered if he was happy with his new job. She wondered when his first game would be. And of course, she wondered, as she always did, if he was wondering about her.