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Sirius.
Charms class. My favorite class of the day. You got to hex people and call it an accident, you could talk to your friends, and I had excellent eyecandy. Oh Merlin. Just watching the way she walked made him grin goofily. Her hips would sway slightly, and her hair would mimic her movements like a dark shadow. Her steps were light and soft, making almost no noise. It was like the music she played. God, he was such a mess over her.
"You should just ask her out, you know." Every since his performance the previous day, those were Remus's words of wisdom. If someone needed help with a problem in charms, he would say, "You should just ask her out." It was true, most people who became romantically attached to a person, they remained in a state of euphoria for the next day or two, but this was Remus! Mild-mannered, sensible, never toe the line Remus! It made me laugh.
"Remus, I don't need to know how to work the charm." I told him, flicking my wand in the general direction of the fruit we were supposed to be making sing.
"But you'll be so much happier then you are now! You're so sullen and depressed."
"And homicidal." I growled.
"Exactly."
I was ready to run the bastard through with my wand, when I stopped. Why didn't I ask her out? I had with countless other females with little or no trouble, so what was the problem now?
Remus interrupted my thought by saying, "Oh, but don't get too much into her. I plan to get sick on Friday."
I rolled my eyes. "Your furry little problem again?"
"Mhm. You should know."
"I don't keep track of your PMS calendar."
"Shame."
Olivia.
I had had a terrible week so far. First, I lost my contacts, so I had to wear my glasses. I had chosen them when I was ten, and they were black and cat-eyed. Now, it's hard to find glasses that look decent on a sixteen year old, but almost anything would be better then those thick, clunky frames that made my cheeks rounder. Those flabs hanging from the side of my face were big enough as it was, I didn't need to be drawing attention to them. But I would be, until I dreamt up a decent finding spell, or let Madame Pomfrey poke at my eyes.
Then, I had forgotten to jump the trick stair case, and gotten laughed at for five minutes by portraits while I unstuck myself and made a mad dash to potions, where I lost twenty points for Ravenclaw; ten for being late, and ten for forgetting my homework. I then skipped dinner to work on and extra credit assignment to regain the points. End day one.
Tuesday, I woke up late, and barely made it down to the Great hall for a piece of toast, which I dropped, butter-side down on my lap, followed by half my goblet of pumpkin juice. I didn't have time to change until break, three classes later.
In herbology, I tripped, adding an assortment of dirt and grass stains to the collection of stains on my robes. I was carrying a rare fichus, and dropped it's pot, and was in the process of repairing the pot and scooping the spilled dirt in it, when the thing ratted on me, yelling for Professor Sprout. Wimpy shrub. There goes another fifteen points.
Then, in fifth period divination, Professor Grazet made a horrible prediction involving a black-haired olive, which everyone assumed to symbolize a black-haired Olivia. So now I have new-age fourth years making hex signs at me as I pass them in the halls. End day two.
Today is Wednesday, and the only thing bad so far is the fact that I'm trying to operate on three hours of sleep, and thus developed a head cold. Peeves will pay for waking me up at four this morning.
Classes ended without mishap, and I headed for the room of requirement for practice. Louis had bailed, saying he had some crazy project for divination (that class will be the death of me) so I couldn't practice my symphony. So, I perched on a stool, and played some old favorites from memory, just to keep in practice.
Because I wasn't facing the piano, I could see the door, and didn't jump as much when Sirius came in.
"Hey," He said, upon entering.
"Hey," I countered not meeting his gaze. Silence fell.
"Nice song." He finally uttered, trying to inject some conversation into the tense atmosphere.
"Thanks." I replied, my eyes glued to my feet. Silence again.
"Is there a reason you wanted to talk to me?"
He didn't answer right away, but when he did, he was blunt. "You've been avoiding me."
"No, I haven't!" I lied, lamely.
He gave me a withering look. "Why?"
Because I can't trust myself around you. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"So you enjoy hiding behind oversized potted plants?"
"Yes."
He sighed. "Listen, I just wanted to say…" he trailed off, as if he decided against saying what he had wanted to say. "Never mind." He muttered, turning away.
"What?" I asked, innocently, setting my violin down on the piano.
"Listen, uh," He ran a hand distractedly though his hair. "Look, I'm sorry for kissing you the other day. I was just…really relieved, and I hope it didn't freak you out too much."
"It's fine. I really should be the one apologizing; I got all flustered over a simple action that mean nothing. I'm sorry I was such a git."
WHAT SIRIUS BLACK WANTED TO HAPPEN NEXT:
"But you see, that kiss wasn't just a simple action. It was a feeble attempt at expressing my feelings for you. I can only hope that this one will go over better." Sirius leans forward, and wraps his arms around her waist. Olivia's arms wind around his neck, encouraging him. He leans down, and presses his lips to hers.
He draws back reluctantly. "Want to be my girlfriend?"
"Absolutely," Olivia replies, and leans in for a second, mind-blowing kiss.
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED NEXT:
"You weren't, really, I shouldn't have-" Sirius broke off. Silence fell again.
"So…" Olivia turned to her violin case, gently placing the instrument inside it.
"I like your glasses." Sirius wore a jesting smirk.
"Thank you. I don't." She smiled anyways.
"They make you look like a cat." It was true. She was having a bad hair day, and although she had managed to gather her hair in a ponytail, two lumps that refused to be flattened had formed on either side of her head, and that when paired with her glasses and red nose (courtesy of the head cold), combined to give her a feline appearance.
"I'll pretend that I didn't hear that."
"That's probably a good thing for me." They were back to their usual selves, even if it was a bit weak and forced.
"Well, this conversation is very enjoyable, but I'm afraid that homework calls."
"Okay then. Goodbye, Kitten."
I jumped. "Where the hell did 'kitten' come from?"
"Your glasses."
"If I hear it again, I'll hex you."
"I'm counting on it."
"Bye, then."
"Bye, Kitten."
The Official Minutes of the Meetings of the Marauders
Remus: Role Call!
James: Not again!
Remus: Black, Sirius!
Sirius: Fuck off.
Remus: Lupin, Remus! Present!
James: He didn't just call himself.
Sirius: He did.
Remus: Pettigrew, Peter!
James: Where's the rat?
Remus: Probably off with his panda.
Sirius: What are you smoking, Moony?
Remus: That's what he calls his girlfriend.
Sirius: What? He has a girlfriend? Wormtail?
James: Why on earth would he call her Panda?
Remus: Her name's Amanda.
Sirius: How come all you guys have dates? What's wrong with this picture?
Remus: I'm telling you, just ask her out!
James: Did I miss something?
Sirius: No
Remus: Yes
James: Whatever. Can we please continue?
Remus: Yes, we must make this quick. I told Abby I'd meet her at seven.
Sirius: Says the person who insisted on roll call.
Remus: Oh stop being a mopey single.
Sirius: That's it, you're going down.
(A brief tussle ensues, in which Remus owns)
Sirius: Owns my ass, I had you in a headlock, begging for mercy.
Remus: That's why you have a black eye.
Sirius: That was a wild punch.
Remus: Whatever.
(Peter stumbles in, hair mussed)
James: How's the Panda, Peter?
Peter: Delicious.
Sirius: Hand me a bowl before I puke.
Peter: It's better then 'Kitten'.
James: (Laughing) Who the hell calls their girlfriend that?
Peter: Sirius.
Sirius: She's not my girlfriend, you filthy, spying rat.
Remus: Yet.
Sirius: Did you see how she freaked when I kissed her cheek? I don't want to wreck everything again by asking her out.
James: Hello? Can we get to the planning?
Remus: Why do we need to plan? We should just be spontaneous.
Peter: That sounds painful.
Sirius: Says the person who randomly asked out a girl yesterday.
James; By the way, Moony, how are you going to explain your monthlies to her?
Remus: Oh crud.
Sirius: Just say it Moony! You know you want to!
Remus: Fuck off, Padfoot.
Sirius: I'm so proud of him!
James: Way to go Moony!
Remus: What am I gonna tell her?
Sirius: That your mother's ill and you need to go see her.
Remus: But no relationship can exist on lies!
James: If it helps, Lily says that Abigail likes wolves.
Remus: God. I'm screwed.
Sirius: Well, if you don't want to lie to her, then just tell her the truth.
Remus: It's to early in the relationship!
James: So wait a week, then tell her.
Remus: -sighs heavily-
Peter: For a sensible person, Remus you haven't really thought this through.
Sirius: Thanks for the insight, Peter.
Remus: I'll just tell her tonight. Get it over with.
James: Do it fast.
Peter: Like pulling off a band-aid.
Sirius: You can stop talking now, Wormtail.
-End Of All Relevant Conversation-
Olivia
I was like a zombie at dinner when Sirius sat down beside me.
"Hello." He said, cheerfully.
"Eh." Was my reply.
"Don't go all caveman on me, Kitten."
"Don't call me Kitten."
"Ah, but where's the fun in that?"
"Meh."
"Come on, Kitten. Remus is risking his relationship! Live a little!"
"Why should I be celebrating Remus putting his love life on the edge?"
"Because he'll be like a gloomy rain cloud for at least another week, so we might as well get in our laughs now."
"Get me some coffee, and I might agree. May I ask, however, why Remus is risking his relationship?"
"You may not."
"You do know the reason, right?"
"Of course. But it's a secret. Actually, me, James and Peter figured out the secret, and now Remus is telling Abby. It's a rather tense moment for them."
"Thanks for the update."
"Does this secret have anything to do with the reason why Remus disappears every month for a day or two?"
"Possibly."
"And about the scars on his cheeks?"
"Maybe."
"I see. How very exciting. I am going to go to bed. Make Adriana tell me what happens." I stood up to leave, already feeling a bit bad for bossing him around, especially when he said, "Goodnight, Kitten."
"Don't call me Kitten." I yawned. I secretly enjoying the nickname. But I'd never let him know that.
Author's Note: I'm sorry about yesterday's interesting update. It deserved more of an explanation then I gave it.
I will have future flashes (my new names for them) in upcoming posts, but not that often. I don't have the plot for those quite sorted out yet. I just jotted that down because it was building a wall keeping me for writing anything else. If that doesn't make sense to someone, I apologize.
Thank you so much for the continued support from my three awesome reviewers, RockStar Lover, Nicoley117, and Paddie's Girl! You guys deserve something yummy. I'll have to dream something up for you.
I will shut up now.
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