July 31, 1976

Sirius was confused. And a little nervous.

He was lying on his bed, thinking.

Raina had just left, after having seen Sirius' motorbike for the first time - and she had not been happy about it.

And while she was telling Sirius and James how much she didn't approve of the whole plan, Sirius felt something.

It was the same thing he felt after apologizing to Raina for overreacting about her being late to study with them.

...Yeah, that's what he was overreacting about.

"...adfoot? PADFOOT."

A pillow landed on Sirius' stomach. He looked over and saw James standing next to his bed with his arms crossed.

"Sorry, what?"

"I asked you what you were thinking about...Five minutes ago", James replied slowly.

"Oh, sorry, mate. I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

"Like what?"

Sirius looked back up at the ceiling.

"Come on, Pads, you can tell me."

"It's not important", Sirius mumbled.

James, realizing he wasn't going to get an answer, rolled his eyes and sighed.

Sirius went back to his thoughts.

Would she like him? What if she didn't, and it made everything awkward?

Sirius sighed loudly, forgetting that James was in the room with him.

"What?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

James rolled his eyes again.