A/N: Thanks everyone soo much for reviewing/subscribing! Sorry, things have been just a bit slow recently...hopefully that'll be fixed soon...Either way this one is Sirius' POV again...

We were eating in the Great Hall for the last time before the holidays. The four of us, though virtually inseparable, were never visibly sad that we'd be apart for two weeks. If anything, we were more, as Professor McGonagall said, "rambunctious". In fact, we had even scored a detention that would be served after the holidays. I grinned at the memory and took a bite of roast potatoes. Wormtail looked excitedly at me, then at James. I swear, he looked like he was about to explode.

"So, when were you planning on telling us?" I tried to give him a clueless look.

"Tell you what?" I said, mouth full.

"About your, er, roommate for the holidays, perhaps?"

"What?" Prongs laughed. "I thought you were going to be all alone, just like you wanted!"

"I thought so, too." I growled.

"I doubt you'll hardly see her at all, Padfoot," said Remus, trying (and failing) to hide a grin, "you both avoid each other if it can be helped."

"Wait, who are you talking about?" asked James, taking a swig of pumpkin juice. Peter acted on this fine opportunity.

"Evans, of course," he said. James promptly choked and spit his pumpkin juice all over the table.

"Good one, Wormtail," I clapped his hand and laughed. James went into a coughing fit.

"Why didn't anyone," he coughed again, "tell me?" More coughs. Moony shrugged and handed the sputtering James a napkin.

"What you don't know can't hurt you, especially when it concerns Lily…"

"Do you think—should I stay?" James looked around at us, his eyes hopeful.

"No," the three of us said firmly.

"You really should leave her alone for a while," Remus suggested. "I think she's had enough of you." I snorted.

"Understatement of the century," I smirked.

"But you will put in a good word for me, won't you, Padfoot?" His eyes were pleading.

"Sure," I said casually, "but I'm not planning on speaking to her. Honestly, I don't know why you waste your time on that girl." James looked at me with a gaping mouth.

"Just look at her, Sirius! Have you ever looked at her eyes? They're so captivating, so…" And this is the part where I groan and tune out. I have perfected the art of ignoring Prongs when it comes to his brainless rambling about Evans.

My eyes wandered to the Ravenclaw table, where I caught a dark-haired fourth-year girl staring at me. I didn't know her name, but I certainly could learn it.

Now why couldn't someone like that be my roommate for Christmas?

A/N: I really have nothing to say...review, perhaps?