Chapter 27: Kitchen Field Trip

Isabella strutted down the corridor to the kitchens, her hands in her pockets and her mouth in a smirk. Behind her followed Sirius Black, his hand ruffling his hair and keeping a good distance from Isabella. Once entering the kitchens, Isabella took a seat at a small table in the back, a plate of pasta and cheesecake appearing in front of her. Sirius entered in, casually taking the seat opposite Isabella. A mountain of food appeared in front of him with a jug of pumpkin juice. Isabella already started diving in her food, not caring about the womanizer sitting right opposite her, watching her eat.

"Goddamn Clarke, you sure can put that away," Sirius remarked, almost splatting his face in a meat pie. She looked up and narrowed her eyes.

"Fuh off Bwak," she tried to speak, her mouth full of pasta. He snickered and stuffed his mouth with fried chicken. Isabella shot her arm out and took two pieces, with Sirius missing her wrist to slap.

"Do not take my food, Clarke," he warned, clutching a slice of pizza in his right hand, and a fist of mashed potatoes in his left. Isabella smirked and motioned to his left hand.

"Oi, I think there's a fly in your mash," she reached over to his left hand, to which was now opened, with Sirius intently staring into the potatoes. With one swift movement, she shoved his hand in his face, smearing mashed potatoes all over. Sirius sat there in shock and Isabella burst out laughing.

"You…you sneaky little DEVIL," Sirius yelled and dove across the table at her. She squealed and tried to leap aside, but wasn't quick enough for Sirius. He pinned her down on the floor and wiped the potatoes off his face.

"Now, time for a little bit of revenge, Clarke," he sneered as he grabbed the nearest bowl on the table: a bowl of porridge. Isabella took the opportunity of Sirius' distraction to try and push him over; however, Sirius was one step ahead. With one swift movement, he restrained her wrists above her head, and grabbed the bowl with his other hand.

"Don't you DARE, Black," she snarled, "Or I will cut you."

"With what hands?" Sirius smirked, leaning over her.

"Let me go, and you won't get hurt," she warned, knowing clearly she lost the fight.

"Don't think so. This is for the punch," Sirius winked and dumped the bowl on a struggling Isabella. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt the warm, oozing, thick fluid run through her hair, past her face, and in her shirt. She shrieked and shoved Sirius off. Grabbing the nearest item of the table (a pot of lukewarm cheese fondue), she hurled it at Sirius, who was caught off guard. He was doused in melted cheese and was frozen in spot.

"You…little…BITCH," Sirius roared and started to run towards her. He didn't see the porridge on the floor, and mistakenly stepped in it. Slipping and falling to the ground, Sirius almost grabbed Isabella, who burst out laughing and wiped porridge off her face. In the midst of her laughter, she turned around to grab a slice of cake from the table. Sirius reached out and grabbed her foot, causing her to yelp and fall in the gloopy mess of melted cheese and porridge.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS!" She hollered at him, who was sitting on his knees, laughing.

"That's my name, don't overuse it, " he smirked and winked at her. She gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes.

"Screw you!" She started throwing handfuls of mush at Sirius. He dodged a few throws and crawled up to Isabella.

"Don't…stop…get AWAY FROM ME," she yelled and tried to get away in the mushy mess, but was too slow. Sirius skillfully grabbed her wrists and pinned her down again.

"You lose," he smirked at her. She narrowed her eyes and cheekily smiled at him.

"I never lose," she smirked right back at him. "In fact, you have no idea if you pinning me down is part of my plan."

"HAH! Don't make me laugh," Sirius stared down at her. She stared back up at him, and started to smile.

Fuck, he's damn hot, Isabella thought. Sirius couldn't help but notice Isabella's attractive features: her bright, blue-green eyes, her glowing skin, that perfect, radiant smile…

"OI BLACK!" Isabella yelled, interrupting Sirius' thoughts.

"What is it, you banshee," he retorted. Isabella scrunched up her face.

"Get OFF me," she struggled. Sirius didn't budge and continued to hold her wrists on each side. "I will bite you," she warned.

"How can ya? You can't even move," Sirius cocked his eyebrow.

"Fine, I guess we'll stay here like this forever," she sneakily smiled.

"I guess we'll have to," Sirius answered back, not moving his position. The two held their positions for some time. Breaking the awkward silence, one of the house elves came running in.

"OH…oh my! I truly am sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt!" He squealed and ran back. Sirius took that as his cue to get off. Isabella rubbed her wrists and started to get up when she saw Sirius' extended hand towards her. Rolling her eyes, she took it and heaved up, her entire back covered in the porridge-cheesy mess. Sirius' clothes also were painted with it.

"Well…clearly I'm going to go shower," she sniggered at this situation. Sirius smirked.

"By yourself?"

"No, with my lesbian lover."

"Can I watch?"

"Nope, that's private."

"I'll find a way," Sirius winked and headed towards the kitchen doors. Isabella couldn't help but smile a little. She followed him towards the Gryffindor Common Room and stopped in front of the Fat Lady.

"Oi Clarke," Sirius started. "What I said about your family…I was only trying to get under your skin." Isabella turned towards him, her face mixed with confusion and anger. "What I'm trying to say is…I won't go there again, alright? You were just being a super annoying bitch that day, but yeah no I won't say that again," Sirius apologized. Isabella was pretty shocked from this.

"Well…uh…if that's your form of an apology, then yeah fine," she gave a little smile towards him. "And whatever I've said before that's annoyed you…yeah I won't do that," she also apologized.

"Let's call it quits on the physical and emotional abuse, deal?" Sirius extended out his hand. Isabella shook it, squeezing his hand hard. "Clarke, we literally just agreed."

"Oh I'm sorry, did my handshake hurt you?"

"…No, it didn't."

"Good."

"Sneaky little… Mimbulus Mimbletonia!" Sirius mumbled and the proudly stated, with the Fat Lady opening the door. "After you, my dear," he dramatically gestured Isabella to go in first. She stared at him for a couple of minutes and shook her head.

"Loser," she muttered before entering in. Sirius followed behind to find Remus sitting on an armchair, dozing off from a book.

"Oi Clarke!" Sirius whispered, and gesturing towards her to come where he was. "Let's scare Remus awake." Isabella excitedly nodded. They both tiptoed to each side of Remus, slowly leaning down to his ears.

"GOOD MORNING REEEEEMUUUUUUS!" They both hollered into his ears. Remus jumped 10 feet into the air, his body surging with adrenaline.

"WHAT THE HELL SIRIUS…and…Isabella?!" Remus couldn't contain his shock. "What's on your clothes…?"

"We had a bit of a food fight. She started it," Sirius pointed at a laughing Isabella.

"Hey! You got me in detention," she retorted. Sirius looked from her to Sirius, from Sirius to her, and back to Sirius.

"I'm glad to see you two aren't…fighting anymore?" He still couldn't believe what was happening.

"We agreed on…something," Isabella winked at Sirius, who smirked right back at her. Remus' eyes bulged.

"You two didn't…" He couldn't continue.

"GOD NO, Lupin. My standards aren't that low," she grinned.

Oh I'll get you back for that one, Sirius thought.

"Isabella, that's not nice…but good-I mean erm, hah…Sirius let's go to sleep now, it's late," Remus tried to deflect his feelings.

"Night Remus," Isabella purposely didn't acknowledge Sirius.

"I thought we agreed, Clarke" Sirius called after her.

"Night, Black!" She responded. He snickered and faced Remus.

"Alright Mooney, shall we go upstairs then?"

"Yeah sure…so what did you guys agree on?" Remus tried to ask. Sirius smiled to himself.

"Nothing you need to know."