Turning Saints Into the Sea
Chapter Four: WHAT??
"Are you sure about this?"
It was the next morning. Sam was standing in front of the mirror, trying to make her hair look passable while frantically talking to Lily, who was attempting to calm her down.
"ARGH!" Sam snarled, "It's hopeless! I can't do it!" She twirled around dramatically to face Lily, who took a couple steps back in alarm.
"I can't do it, Lil! I'm just not that type of girl! I mean, what if he says 'no?' What if he laughs at me and tells everyone? What if-"
"Stop it, Samantha," Lily interrupted, cutting off her friend. "It's going to be fine. Just think of Bla- Sirius's expression when he sees-"
"I know, I know. I'm just so nervous." Sam wrung her hands in anxiety.
"Here, let me help. I'll get a clip," Lily soothed, patting her on the back.
Sam watched Lily in the mirror as she rummaged around in her trunk for the hair piece. Lily always seemed so happy, so cool and collected. Melanie did too.
What I wouldn't give to be like that.
"Ha! Gotcha." Lily pulled out a blue clip etched in silver and handed it to Sam expectantly. "Well? Put it in!"
Sam slowly twisted her long hair up and pushed the clip into it. The rich cerulean and flecks of silver matched perfectly with her eyes.
How typical. Why the hell must my eyes be so blue? Sam thought in dismay.
"Doesn't it seem like the wrong color?" she asked in desperation to buy more time.
Lily looked at her as if she were insane. "Are you kidding me? That clip was made for you! It goes perfectly."
"I guess so . . ." Sam sighed.
"Oh, c'mon Sam. Stop stalling and get out there!"
Sam nodded dejectedly and allowed Lily to lead her down to breakfast. Lily then gently nudged her friend through the door and to the Gryffindor table, where he sat.
Sam felt like her heart was flying at the top of her chest. She took deep breaths in order to calm herself, but nothing helped; she was downright scared.
"Lily, I can't . . ." she protested weakly, trying to walk away.
"Oh yes you can." Lily slapped the seat next to her.
Sam sat down, her heart racing.
Melanie was clumsily eating her corn flakes. She barely acknowledged their arrival. "Mm," she moaned, swallowing another spoonful. Her long hair was messily pulled back in a braid, which consequentially kept falling in her bowl.
Hands trembling, Sam reached for the orange juice; she wasn't hungry, though she hadn't eaten in around twelve hours.
Lily elbowed her slightly in the ribs.
Sam inhaled, holding in the breath of air as if to calm herself. Lily patted her on the back, causing her to let out the air.
She cleared her throat and looked directly at him; he looked up from his toast.
Sam opened her mouth, praying for the earth to swallow her up at that very second.
"Um," she said.
He raised an eyebrow, before returning to his meal.
Um?! UM?!
Is that the best you can do, Bjorn?? Sam thought, mentally kicking herself
"Wait," she cried, grabbing his shoulders before she lost her nerve forever. "Will you g-go out with me?"
Remus Lupin stared at Sam in shock.
"WHAT?!"
Melanie and Sirius both gawked at Sam, who returned them a cold glare. She tossed her hair and faced Remus, ignoring them.
"You heard me. Will you?" she asked, biting her lip.
Remus was confused. Samantha Bjorn? Date him?
It was crazy, insane.
Glancing at Melanie, he tried to put a look of nonchalance on his face.
"Sure."
"SURE?!"
Sirius and Melanie were really starting to get annoying.
"Yeah, 'sure.' What's wrong with you two?" He turned his head back and forth to face them.
"Nothing," Sirius said, sitting back and surveying them all with his usual coolness. Remus rolled his eyes, turning back to Sam.
"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" he asked.
Sam nodded, smiling. "Sure. Meet you at five?"
Remus considered her offer for a moment. "How about seven? The Three Broomsticks is having a party around then."
"Okay." Finishing her juice, Sam stood up and fiddled with her skirt.
Feeling suddenly aware, Remus stood as well. "You have Potions next, right?"
Sam looked up. "Yeah . . ." she said, indicating for him to continue.
"Want me to walk you there?" He held his breath, hoping that was the right thing to do.
"I'd like that." She smiled hugely at him.
Do that more often, Lupin thought, patting himself on the back.
Sirius chewed his tongue until it bled. How could Moony do this to him? How could he?
Moodily stabbing his sausage, Sirius noticed James looking at him in an odd way. "What?" he snapped.
James shook his head. "You have a right to be pissed. But Remus didn't know about the Sam thing, so it's not like he did this as a personal insult."
"But . . ." Sirius couldn't think of a logical reason to his fury towards Remus. No, it wasn't fury. It was jealousy. Pure, unadulterated, jealousy. As much as he hated to admit it, he was jealous of Remus, something that never happened. Next thing he knew, he would be jealous of Peter.
He sighed. "Can't I just be angry?"
James shrugged. "I guess. But don't worry. You'll get over her." He patted his friend on the back and continued eating breakfast.
Sirius looked down at his plate. "I'm not hungry. I'll go get my stuff." He stood to leave.
"Are you gonna eat that sausage?"
Freezing in surprise, Sirius slowly turned to find Melanie Owen gazing up at him innocently.
"What?"
She blinked up at him. "I said, 'Are you going to eat that sausage?'"
He looked down at her for a few seconds. "No."
"Can I have it?"
What was she talking about? "Sure."
Without another word, she speared the meat with her fork and popped it in her mouth.
An idea hit him. "Hey, Owen?" Sirius asked.
"Mm?" She turned to look at him, her mouth full of sausage.
"What are you doing this weekend?"
She swallowed. "Why?" she asked thickly.
"I was just wondering if we could go to the Three Broomsti-"
"You mean like a date?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. Must she be so blunt?
"Well if you want me to cut to the chase, yeah."
Melanie laughed. "Of course not."
"What do you mean, 'Of course not?' Why not?" Sirius inquired, astonished.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Can I just not be interested in you?"
"Well I guess . . ."
"There you go. Besides," she said, standing up. She was only a few inches shorter than him. "What if I have a boyfriend?"
"Do you?" he countered, stepping closer.
She grinned mischievously. "No, but what makes you so sure I couldn't?"
With that, she strode out of the Great Hall, quickly followed by Lily Evans, who started whispering to her hurriedly.
Sirius sat down with a smirk on his face. James and Peter were both gawking at him, mouths slightly ajar.
"What?" Sirius spooned marmalade on his toast; his appetite had suddenly returned.
"Were you just . . . rejected?" Peter said slowly, as if this kind of information took a while to penetrate into his brain.
"So?" Sirius didn't see the big deal. "It's not like no one's ever been rejected before."
"You haven't," Peter stated candidly.
James shook his head, coming out of shock. "Yes he has, that girl from four years ago, what's-her-face . . . Misae something . . ." He snapped his fingers as if to help him remember.
"Misae Chenoa," Sirius said. "She was hot. Why she didn't want to date me?"
"Um, because you were thirteen and she was seventeen." James looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"Oh yeah!" Sirius said, his eyes lighting up in remembrance. "She was still hot."
"Whatever," James said, shaking his head. "Well, you got over her pretty fast." He nodded his head towards where Melanie and Lily had just left.
"Who, Sam?"
"Yeah. Owen's hot. Too bad she rejected you." James laughed.
Sirius grinned. "We'll see about that."
