Sirius' Tomboy:

Disclaimer: How could I own H.P when I was born nine years after the first book came out? Ha try say something to that lawsuits.

A/N: I was summoned by my demon clan. Don't ask or I'll have to use you as a sacrifice to the beast of procrastination.

"Who puts that kind of message in a plane anyway?"

When the apples fell my mind was screaming at me to react. I could easily stop them from falling with my wandless magic but that would mean doing so in front of the school. I didn't want everyone to know or it would it would put me in the limelight of people like Lilly or the Marauders. And I really disliked the eyes.

Remus hadn't noticed the falling fruit yet (what was up with the fruit today?) since he was walking in front of Peter, holding Tulberry but the others certainly had.

Everything was moving in slow motion as the dozen of apples fell. Who piles a lot of 3D circles into a pyramid anyway? But what kept circling my mind was should I use mental magic to catch them or let them fall.

Both James and Sirius stretched out to catch some but it was obvious they were too slow. How did I get myself into these situations again? Oh yeah, because I wanted to break away from toxic friendships.

When the apples froze before they could hit the ground both Sirius and James' eyebrows ruffled in confusion.

"Never knew you were advanced in nonverbal magic Faith." Sirius commented while I winced.

This caused the other guys to turn around and look at me if they weren't already. I knew I looked sheepish and embarrassed to be caught doing it, even though it was an advanced skill — especially for fresh sixth-years. But it would save us all from a grilling from Remus if the apples did drop. To avoid looking at them I focused on quickly positioning the apples back into the pyramid they were in the bowl.

"Let's carry on guys, lessons to get to and all!" I said, a little too happy to be normal because who was happy for lessons?

However the boys went along with my crap acting skills and I was thankful when Sirius started an argument about quidditch teams with James in the short distance to the doors. But I still left a wide space between me and my ex-friends. I wasn't risking another of Mary's trademark leg-locking jinxes. The guys somehow noticed last time and I didn't want to explain what happened.

Saying that you were tied up target for hexes and jinxes on many occasions because your friends needed to practice, isn't something you can just casually say. But then arguing that it ended up being useful because you could easily escape it when they later tried to use them on you in anger, wasn't either.

"See yous later." I looked up to see James and Peter waving as they stood near the doors to the outside of the castle.

I waved back at them as they went to Health and Care of Magical Creatures and followed Sirius and Remus who still had T.B slouching on his neck like a scarf.

I didn't want to say anything that would make them ask about my magic capabilities because that would lead to... to things I wasn't able to talk about. So I chose to stay silent.

Remus knowing just the right thing to do, asked, "is Ancient Runes your favourite subject?"

I inwardly sighed in relief at the question and replied, "no DADA is my favourite because in DADA it's about reaction and instincts and keeping on your toes. But I still like A.R though."

"If you were going to say Transfiguration Prongs would have throttled you." Sirius quietly joked. He'd been silent for a while. More quieter than when he had caught me trip on Mary's leg-lock.

Remus nodded. "It's James' area of expertise that he says he's 'iconic' for."

I smiled a little and added rather thoughtlessly, "I also like how it teaches you how to protect yourself from anything and everything."

"Why do you get into secret fights with Slytherins?" Sirius asked jokingly.

I froze for a second startled about how easily I let out a truth that big before stammering, "n-no it's b-becoming more and more important to know erm... self defence! Yeah with Voldemort around, I mean."

Sirius nodded, face so solemn that I felt guilty that I had lied. "No one's safe with old Voldy around."

It was quiet for a moment but then Remus said, "but there are good wizards fighting against him so that's good."

We all nodded. And before any of us could say anything more we were joining the small line of students outside the Ancient Runes classroom.

Most people in A.R show up early so there were some of the class already inside the classroom and Mr Brent was greeting everyone at the door.

Mr Brent was a young teacher, probably the youngest out of them all at Hogwarts but what he lacked in age he made up for in personality. He didn't act like he was better than any of us just because of his age which we were grateful for. He liked when we questioned him, had a little banter with anyone that wanted to, mainly with Sirius about who looked better, and he always smiled. Personally I was surprised that he didn't have any wrinkles from the amount of smiling he did. But we still learnt in his class and if we didn't understand he easily explained so none of us were ever behind.

"How were your holidays?" He asked when we reached the front of the line.

I shrugged, not really wanting to put into words how shoddy my Summer was. But it seemed that Sirius did by the way he launched into a long description of how he was grounded over an incident he kept repeating but not explaining and then over the fun he had with 'Prongs' (where do they get these nicknames from?) when he wasn't.

I almost asked if he wanted to tell Professor Brent his whole life story when Remus shoved him through the door and cut him off. "I think he gets the gist of it now."

I snorted as I followed them through the door with a smile at sir and he said, "stand at the front with everyone when you go inside."

I raised my eyebrows but nodded and saw that rather than everyone usually taking any seat spare, everyone stood chatting at the front of the classroom.

Before I had a chance to voice my questions, Mr Brent spoke. "The tables are different because there's a seating plan guys."

At his announcement the class groaned, including Sirius. "But why, sir?"

Brent just chuckled as he closed the room door. "Since all of your scores throughout last year and from your O.W.L.S are some of the best the schools had, I have been advised that we should have a seating plan."

The moans grew in volume.

"Well even if I wanted to you guys not to, you still have to sit in a plan this year, it's not my choice."

Mr Brent strolled to the front of the class to get a sheet of parchment that I guessed to have the plan on it. "When I read out your names, they'll be your second ones by the way because McGonnagal set them, I'd like you to sit at where I point."

I realised the tables were now two rectangular ones put together to form a square. The squares sat four people and since there was twenty seven of us I estimated there were seven square tables.

I was brought out of my mental math when Mr Brent started listing names off and seat places. "Timothy, Thomas, Zimmerman and Fisher here please..."

Sirius leaned heavily on both mine and Remus' shoulders with exaggerated despair. "We might not even be on the same table now. The world could end and it couldn't be worse than this."

Remus raised a critical eyebrow. "Sure, Sirius, sure."

"But just imagine us so very far away and me with no-one to—"

"Annoy." I cut in flatly. "Yeah, that would be so tragic. Sirius, I feel my heart breaking for you."

"See Moony, Faith understands why can't you?"

I had to hide my laughter at how Sirius would only take what you said in a way he preferred it to be. It was hilarious really.

But I couldn't listen to anymore of Sirius' drama when my name was called. "Wilson here, Stienburg opposite and Celest next to him."

"I'll catch you guys on the flipside." I pulled off Sirius' arm, smiling at his sad look and Remus' roll of eyes.

I plopped down into the seat Sir had said was mine and placed my satchel next to my feet. I turned to the people I shared my table with and was determined to make some friends. I didn't quite know if the Marauders counted yet, they could be over-friendly for all I know.

"Hi, I'm Faith." I introduced myself to the two I sat opposite to.

"What no stigma?" The Slytherin girl diagonal to me challenged.

"Vi! That's not how we speak to new people." The hufflepuff opposite me exclaimed.

"So? They're always rude to me." She grumped, flicking her purple highlighted hair over her shoulder.

The Hufflepuff pointed to himself and the girl, ignoring her words. "Well I'm Edward and she's called Victori."

I smiled at them, unaffected by the girls coldness, and said, "it's nice to meet you both."

"Are you sure about that?" Victori's nose crinkled in suspicion. "Don't Gryffindors 'hate' Slytherins?"

"I don't." I said truthfully, looking her in her stormy green eyes. "There are some Gryffindors that hate me more than they hate Slytherins."

Victori ended our unsaid staring competition as if I had reached her standards and shrugged, "well then I guess you're okay."

"Don't worry an 'okay' is better than what she gives most." Edward stage whispered, catching the scrunched up parchment Victori threw at him.

I laughed. "I judge people based on their actions not their background."

Victori smirked, "is that why you're so friendly with Black."

My face flushed involuntarily, "what are you getting at?"

Edward grabbed Victori's arm and came as close as he could in her personal space. "Oop is this tea?"

Victori pulled him closer and whispered, "yes it is."

"No, it is not." I argued, shaking my head for emphasis.

"Hmm, I find that hard to believe since Vi believes it and she is hard to convince." Edward admitted, now released from Victori's grasp.

She rolled her eyes, "talk about me as if I'm not here Ed."

"Yep but you love me for it." Edward blew her a kiss that she caught and threw over her shoulder.

"Sure I do," she rolled her eyes in amusement. "And anyway I thought we were interested in the tea."

Edward's eyes lit up in a way that I was nervous of. "So have you two kissed? Groped? Sha-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! L-let's not get ahead of ourselves." I cut him off before my face would overheat.

"He really is ruder than me isn't he." Victori stated with a smile, watching the show.

The show that was currently my life. And Fate always took the cake when it came to my life.

"Okay, I don't know what you two think is going on but—"

I was cut off from arguing my point of view when an aeroplane swiftly landed in front of me.

"It's from him~" Edward said in a way that made me groan in frustration.

"Is that the sound—"

"Okay buddy even I have to cut it at some point." Victori laughed a tinkling sound, lightly patting him on the back.

I turned my head in the direction the plane came from and I spotted Sirius, who waved in such a childlike way that I had to grin.

I waved back and turned back around to my table. "I don't get why you guys are obsessing about it. We — if there even is a 'we', I've been around him less than an hour people — are just friends."

"Yeah 'friends'." Victori's words were saturated with sarcasm and I didn't like what she was implying.

Edward totally ignored what I said and just hurried me. "Unfold it so we can see what it says girl!"

I smiled at his excitement and said, "no."

His face dropped into a pout, "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to." I stated, crossing my arms.

"Li-ar." Victori sang, looking at me as if she knew all my secrets. Too bad I had too many for her to know.

"Okay that's enough I came here to learn and I'm not ope—"

Victori swiped the aeroplane before I could finish talking.

"Hey, give that back."

"I thought you said you weren't going to open it." Victori smugly asked, keeping the plane close to her.

"Exactly, I wasn't going to but I can still use it as an aeroplane." I explained in what should have been my winning point.

"Well we can see it and then give it you back, okay?" The point didn't work.

Edward was too desperate to know about the tea than to listen to me and I sighed. "Okay."

"Okay?" They synced.

"Okay open it. I doubt there's going to be anything bad in there."

I didn't think Sirius would put anything that bad in there. Well I hoped anyway.

Victori looked at me suspiciously as Edward tried stealing the plane from her. "What suddenly changed your mind?"

I shook my head."I didn't change my mind. I realised you wouldn't change yours so I gave up."

"What happened to Gryffindor determination?" Victori had to keep slapping Edward's hands to keep him away.

"Do you want me to say the equivalent to you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She snorted and shook her head, "sorry, but can we open it, seriously?"

"I said it was okay, didn't I?"

I watched as they unfolded the plane with excitement and started reading. Sirius' handwriting was so much better looking than mine that I felt it wasn't fair. Yep, definitely not fair.

I then got bored and watched the classroom. Mr Brent was almost done putting everyone in their assigned seats, with only one table to go. I could feel Sirius staring at my back so I turned to him.

"What?" I mouthed.

"You read it yet?" He mouthed back.

"I haven't Victori and Edward wanted to." Before I could add anything more, my attention was drawn back to my table from gasps they let out.

They both were wearing a rosy tint on their cheeks and I felt like banging my head on the table. What had Sirius gone and done now?

"So... how was it." I innocently asked.

"I-I think you should read it." Victori stated with an uncharacteristic stammer.

Edward nodded even his face red and I took the parchment out of their hands.

"Anything I should be aware of?" I asked with a wince at their quietness.

They shook their heads and I sighed, promising myself to hit Sirius extra hard if it was... not good.

I let my eyes drop to parchment preparing myself for whatever Sirius had wrote.

Heya how's your seat? Mines okay but neither you nor Moony are near it so I'm going to be bothering you both a lot. With planes.

Anyway I'm bored so I'll ask you this question: what colour are you're panties?

I can see you in white. You did tell me you were pure earlier.

Wait.

Do pure people wear white panties only? Or do they wear other colours?

And can I check in your underwear drawer for my hypothesis (ha smart word) then?

Sincerely Padfoot,

P.S you can send the plane back by throwing it. I charmed it (snazzy right?).

If blushing was this then I did not like it one bit. My face felt like it was on fire and I knew by Victori's and Edwards snickers, they could tell.

"So..." Victori snickered as Edward wolf whistled. "Not together you say."

I couldn't even think of an explanation and my mouth remained open as I starred at the parchment in front of me.

"Wha—I? White?"

My brain couldn't function properly and I registered my head turning to look at the culprit of it all. He was giving me a wink that didn't help my face. Like not even a smidge.

But two could play at that game.

I pulled out a quill from my bag on autopilot using the other side of the parchment to write my response.

My seat is great, thanks for asking, and I think I've made friends (I think) with two people on mine. My social interaction skills are great, you know.

And what's with the idea of virgins wearing white? I'm suspicious. Is there any suspicious activity I should be aware of going on? Sirius are you involved with the suspicious activity?

I think you are.

But I'm sure you can ask better questions than that. Seriously asking a girl about the colour of her knickers is like asking a guy for their member size. But if you must know they are see-through silk lace.

—As if! Ha! I got you there didn't I?

And anyway I'll let you check my drawer if you let me check yours, gender equality for all, right?

From a not very sincere Faith,

P.S don't ever ask me something like that again or I'll have to punish you.

I stopped chewing the top of my quill when I'd finished, regretting the feathers I got in my mouth as well as the inferno on my cheeks.

"Can we read it?" Edward pleaded and both he and Victori showed me some kitty eyes that even rivalled Tulberry's.

Shaking my head, I refolded along the crease lines and threw the plane back in his direction ignoring the cries of disbelief from Victori and Edward.

The plane landed in front of Sirius with a smooth drop and I closely watched his expression as he opened it. I wasn't disappointed he went from smiling, grinning, to shocked, then blushing at a distracting speed.

The only problem was that my sublty was ruined when he caught my gaze once he'd finished reading and kept it. I felt heat rushing up my neck but I couldn't break our eye contact.

I couldn't even use his blush to remind myself of how he was a dirty minded idiot. In fact all it did was make him look cute. And when did Sirius Black look normal enough to be cute? Guys at a such a high tier in looks are unable to look cute, it's a rule. Who gave him the right to break the rules?

My brows furrowed and he threw me a wink that made me blush and the way my body reacted to it grated my nerves. When had I become like this? So, so... Like his fangirls? I really was going mad, no doubt about it now.

I finally looked back into his eyes (when had I looked away from them?) and he blew me a kiss that I swear is the one he uses on all the girls who have a crush on him.

If he was expecting me to trip over myself because of it he was looking at the wrong girl.

The kiss also had nothing to do with the fact that even if you held me at wand point I couldn't tell you a single piece of information from the bloody lesson.

Yeah, like I said, nothing.

2A/N: Edward is my new favourite character he never misses out on that tea. I can imagine him having a specific scrunchie for each occasion. *Deeplysniffslikeonsomething* Is that what I think it is in the air?

No kittens it's not catnip

It's the tea~