Disclaimer: The Wonderful World of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot and Lily Evans' literary voice and attitude.
A Look At Wonderland
by Wired Dragonfli
Chapter Six – Nancy Something or Other
November 4
Sirius and I had always been…friends in a way. He was the one that pulled me out of the lake after Marlene's contest first year. He has always been a person to flirt with when class gets very boring, and that fact that he is v. hot doesn't hurt.
Apart from Marls and Em, he was one of my closest friends year one through year three, then, he discovered girls and really had no time for anyone but his best friends. I understood in a way, of course, I spoke to him occasionally, usually with a pout set on my face and a voice mean and scolding.
He wasn't kidding when he said it hurt that I called him Black, it hurt me when he referred to me as Evans. We were just so close to being best friends, and then it was all lost on girls. Then again, Sirius was just an outgoing, loveable person who everyone was friends with.
It's not his fault some of the idiots at this school believe that he is god's gift to women…he's only mentioned it enough times. Sirius Black and Marlene McKinnon share a flakey attitude toward life. If anything looks interesting, they dive into it head first, if it stops amusing them, they move on to the next thing they see. It might be ADD, but their obsession with things lasts a longer amount of time than ADD victims…patients?
That why they bonded back in fourth year, like I said, they were stuck together at the hip for two days. They realized that they had a lot in common, and slowly, their friendship became a relationship like no other. They were both passionate, and both known for the long chain of broken hearts trailing behind them.
People thought volcanoes would explode and the world would come to an end when the two hooked up. After all, before the end of fourth year, every comment hurled at each other were often insults and were always said much louder than they should be.
Two days with a person really wears you out. The Marauders weren't about to leave Sirius to be picked apart by Marls and her cynical view on everything. We weren't about to let Marlene set him on fire again. (Like I said, her temper is hell to mess with)
I got to know James more during that time, and I guess that's when I really developed my crush on him. Those two days spent with them bickering, were often met with my snappish comments (I am short tempered if you can't tell), and James' knack for making the situation worse for them every time they fought.
Marlene did not take a proper shower once in those two days, and neither did Sirius…but Marlene is a very delicate person when it comes to her schedule. It has been set in stone, since she was five, that she would take a shower at six thirty in the morning…every morning.
It almost killed her, so on the second day, we shoved them into the tub in the prefects' bathroom. (Thanks to Alice for the password) She sputtered and shrieked, but in the end, she was very calm because her ritual was fulfilled.
They slept in the common room, or attempted to. It was very complicated to fall asleep with someone stuck to your hip. Marlene could only sleep on her back or sides, and Sirius couldn't fall asleep anyway except on his stomach, and I suspect, that there were to sleepless nights as they both had abnormally large bags under their eyes. I also suspect that they spent most of the nights talking.
In the month that followed the botched potion incident, our trio was always found with the Marauders. I spent most of my time teasing Sirius and James, and never quite warmed up to the other two Marauders. Sirius and I got to talk for once in a very long time, and James and I got to know each other a little, but never enough to do anything but flirt. I never talked to him about deep subjects, like Tuna and her idiocy, or the impending doom that was Voldemort. All our conversations skimmed the surface and that's it.
I had a habit of forgetting to eat lunch. I'd usually be sitting under this one tree near the lake, or in the common room, or the library, finishing homework for a class I had directly after lunch. That was me, procrastinator extraordinaire. When I did finish, I was often to lazy to go get food, and Marls and Em would come out after getting their and sometimes bring me food, if they noticed I hadn't been in the mood for breakfast that morning.
I had gone three days without breakfast and lunch. I always ate dinner because dinner was just dinner. At home, if I didn't spend any time with Tuna, mum, and dad, it was always made up for at dinner. Still, Emmy was immersed in her time with Diggory, and Marlene was going into a relationship with Fabian Prewett head first. The only time I saw Marlene(except in classes) was in the morning, waking up to her form of an alarm clock, a shower going off, and at night, in the common room doing homework, or coming in just to sleep.
Marlene always did all of her work on the weekend. I don't know how she managed it, but she did. She was very precise, and while most of her life was freestyle, she did have small part of her life planned and written into a schedule that she followed without fail.
She is a morning person, she gets up at 6:30 AM everyday, even if she only had one hour of sleep that night, and at those time, she takes the liberty of being very grouchy before falling asleep in her breakfast, HoM, in her lunch, and always in the pumpkin juice jug during dinner.
I go with the flow, I never wake up on my own, but once that shower goes off an steam spills into the room from under the door, I am awake and up and not grouchy at all. But left alone, I will not leave the comfort of my cocoon until water is poured on my face and I am awake. At night, I rarely ever get to sleep, and it takes me up to two hours to drift of into dreamland.
Emmy likes her sleep. She loves to sleep. Even when not tired, she takes a nap under the tree at lunch to feel rejuvenated. Me and Marls can't take naps…it just goes against our atomic clocks or something. Emmy is very grouchy in the morning, it lasts though the first class of the day, where she always falls asleep and gets away with it. Mostly because we are such good friends and magic her eyes to look open. We just complain that she is very depressed in the mornings and the teachers believe it. I believe McG is onto us, so on days when we have Transfig, we just have to deal with Miss. Bitchy until her lunchtime nap.
Just like I haven't been eating lunch or breakfast for the past three days, Emmy has not been taking her nap, and Marlene has not been there to nag us about it. My friends have abandoned me for boys…just like Sirius.
I am a friendless wench, with no love life to keep her interested. My only friend is this journal. Marlene will not be out of her Fabian phase until he goes out with her, and she, or he loses interest. Usually it's Marlene first; even with Sirius, she's the one who got bored.
But Prewett is such a wonderful man…and a wonderful teacher who is wonderfully young. That's right, twenty year old Fabian is substituting as a Defense against the Dark Arts teacher for the year. The last one was mauled by the Whomping Willow, not pretty.
Marls knows him from out side of school, his family and her family get along well. Now I know what you're thinking, oh, but he's five years older than her!
Au contraire, (spelling?) only four years…barely four years, he turned twenty barely two weeks ago, we had a party in DaDA. Marlene was born in September. September 14th. So, she's sixteen, and I'm fifteen. Em was born on April 5th, and is fifteen. Prewett is twenty.
Right, so Prewett is a very exciting person, really, he sometimes sits at the Gryffindor table, because he is just cool like that and it used to be in Gryffie. McG is severely disturbed by it all, but all they really do is chat and flirt, and whenever she gets on their case, they mention that they are betrothed or something and she storms off. I don't know if they actually are, I haven't spoken to her in three days.
I do sometimes talk to Emmy, at least she remembers that I exist…but still, she's not really there when she talks to me, and I know she doesn't want our friendship ruined over the two guys, but she always stares at Diggory when she's talking to me, and I have to shoo her off and tell her I'm fine.
Today, I went to eat lunch…I skipped out on breakfast again…finishing Charms homework. I sat at the table…I just didn't have time to grab anything to digest. I took a seat between my friends Remus and Sirius. Peter waved and mumbled a "hullo" through his treacle tart. James looked up and winked, I swallowed my tongue and sent him a playful glare, but then I looked away from him and hoped I didn't blush. I greeted Peter before poking Remus in the stomach.
"Hey Lily," he said, not even facing me.
"How'd you know it was me?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Simple. Who else pokes me everyday as a greeting?"
"I dunno, Sirius?" I offered, and Remus looked thoughtful.
"Good point." He said, giving a raw smile that I had seen a lot of for the past few days. I was dedicating my time to getting to know this Marauder as well. The silent, brooding, but friendly Remus.
"Did someone say my name?" Sirius asked, looking around as though he didn't see me. He was much taller than me, and constantly brought that into every conversation. "Ah! Lils, you're here! Good…good." he said once he had spotted me, and immediately turned away, yanking James, who was sitting across from him, by his hair and talking to him in hushed tones.
James' eyes watered and he attempted to pry Sirius' hand off of his head. Not succeeding, he grabbed him by his ear and pulled, all the while, muttering something and denying it.
I had a feeling it was about the note. Or what the note discussed at least. Remus had told me that James had no idea that I had the note, and warned me that Sirius was plotting something…thinking of this, I immediately feared for my life.
"Ah! Lils, you're here! Good…good."…the phrase played itself over in my mind and I strained my ears to hear when they were saying.
I was startled when a piece of pie was dropped onto my plate, along with a chicken sandwich. I gazed at the person responsible for this and saw Peter grinning at me.
"Eat," he said, before tucking in to his third chicken leg.
I had forgotten that was what I came here to do, and was glad that someone was looking out for my stomach and health.
"Peter can't stand it when others don't eat and he's eating. It bothers him a lot for some reason, besides, we've all noticed that no one has been brining you food since October." He said, making it sound worse than it was, after all, the way he'd said it, you'd think October was half a year ago, as opposed to four days ago.
"Thank you," I said to all of them, though only two heard. My two Marauders (yes, I'm claiming them…shut up.) were still yanking at each other while arguing.
Done with my sandwich, I moved on to the pie. The stupider half of the quartet had lulled into silence a few minutes ago, and it's obvious how I had to turn around as there was a last yowl, and Sirius muttering suddenly, and fairly loudly.
"If you don't care, then you won't mind what I'm about to do." He scoffed, and pulled his ear free from the clutches of his evil best friend. He got down on one knee and poked me in the side. I was already turned around so it was a useless gesture. Frank, who was sitting next to Sirius, turned around to watch as well. Alice, who was sitting next to Frank, turned as well.
Black cleared his throat, and looked me in the eyes with his gorgeous blue ones.
"Lillian Marie Evans—" he began, and I cut him off immediately.
"Sirius, dear, my first name is Lily, and I only have a middle initial, which is 'B', not anywhere near 'M'." I said sweetly.
"Oh, right, spoil all the fun." He said, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest.
I decided this was him joking around and turned back to my pie.
"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me on Sunday?"
I choked on my pie, and then I started to laugh, Sirius grinned as well. He understood why I was laughing. After all, our friendship had never reached any level of love except the platonic kind. It was ridiculous to even consider it.
"There is no Hogsmeade trip on Sunday…" I said to him, thinking it would be the end of that. He leaned in and whispered.
"I'll make there be a trip, but understand that this is simply experimental. We can go as friends…I just want to see a few peoples reactions." He muttered quietly.
I looked up and saw James focusing on the table, but otherwise, expressionless, and I saw Marlene look away and roll her eyes, continuing her chat with Fabian. However, upon closer observation, I found that her glance kept darting back to us, and I know that she did care. I looked back to Sirius, and had a questioning twinkle in my eyes.
"Exactly, now…what do you say?" he asked, grinning.
"Why the hell not?" I broke out, grinning as well. "I'll go with you, Sirius, to Hogsmeade on Sunday." The last part was said mockingly, and I started to chuckle.
Sirius got up and bowed, before kissing my hand and sitting back down.
"Drama queen," I hissed at him. He just smirked, and I smirked at him.
He sneered and I sneered. Then I looked down my nose at him, just like his brother Regulus Black does. Sirius looked away and stuck his nose in the air, giving an "hmph". I chuckled evilly and returned to my food.
November 5
The only reason I said yes was to spite Marlene and the fact that she had been ignoring me for three days. There was also the fact that I was undeniably jealous and supremely bored. There was a rule that you didn't go out with your best friends ex-boyfriend, but Marlene didn't look like she gave a rat's arse about it. She didn't bother to look like she gave a rat's arse about me.
Emmy congratulated me in the common room, before starting on her Potions essay. I wanted to tell her we were only going as friends, but I didn't want her to know, because she would tell Marlene. I didn't really want anyone to know. Surprise them! It wasn't their business, and if they got hurt along the way, it was their fault that they made assumptions.
I was planning on abandoning them just like they had abandoned me, without a second thought. I found it much more exciting with the Marauder's right now anyway. How did they do it? Marls and Em? They both seemed to know what they were doing. Marlene was being sophisticated, and Emmy was being cute and bubbly, and they were both getting exactly what they wanted.
Why was I so confused, and so lost? Why was it that all day, whenever I spoke to James, he seemed to have a quiet demeanor and a disappointed look in his eyes? Well, I knew why…but I didn't want to admit it, because things were already more complicated than they should be.
I didn't have anything to occupy my time with; I had been nerdy and finished all the work in class. I could read ahead but I wasn't that nerdy. I started to flip through the pages of my memoir and found the unfinished list. Smiling, I shuffled over to where he was sitting, and plopped down next to him.
"Done with your homework?" I asked, brightly.
"Almost," he said, and I nodded.
That almost turned into another thirty minutes. He kept writing and writing. At some point I asked him if it was for DaDA in an all-knowing tone. He had nodded, but continued with his work. Finally, when he was done, he turned to me and gave a weak smile, running his hand through his sandy colored hair.
"I'm sorry, what did you want?" he asked.
I plopped the list down in front of him and gave him my quill. We had alternated every question and it was his turn. He laughed deeply and tapped the feather to his chin. He sat thoughtfully for a few moments before adding #37.
37. Transfigure all desks into headless dogs.
"Headless dogs? That's evil!" I said, disgustedly.
"The lady doth protest too much, and I only mean that they would be headless and run around blindly, knocking everything over.
"Then put blind dogs, it sounds somewhat nicer…" I said quietly.
Rem rolled his eyes yet changed it, then handed me the quill.
"Thank you," I said in a prim, ladylike voice.
101 Things You Should Never Do in Class…or in School…Cont.
37. Transfigure all desks into blinded dogs.
38. Chuck pebbles at your classmates and blame it someone else.
39. Chuck pebbles at your classmates and not blame it on Snape.
40. Chuck pebbles at your classmates and blame it on Snape when he isn't there.
41. Chuck pebbles at Malfoy and blame it on Snape.
42. Chuck pebbles at the Marauders and blame it on Snape.
43. As a Marauder, claim that Snape has thrown pebbles at you and get many points taken off of Slytherin because you insist each person hit be accounted for.
44. Put on a wig, or a glamour spell, and pretend to be a substitute teacher.
45. In McG's class.
46. And duke it out with her when she comes in, and claim that it is an insult to your teaching skills to be outdone by a old lady like her.
47. Slip Veritaserum into Slug's drink.
48. Have fun with the questions.
49. Make sure the drink is Fire Whiskey.
50. In his drunken state, make him swear an unbreakable vow that he will take at least thirty points off of Slytherin every day.
51. Replant the wrong plant in Herb.
52. Water the plants a bit too much.
53. Mix up the greenhouse numbers.
54. Aggravate all creatures and hand them to your most loathed enemy right before it hurts you.
54. Put woodlice in Malfoy's hair, and set the bowtruckles free.
55. Instead of brewing the required potion, make shampoo and be very loud about presenting it to Snape.
56. Set loose a niffler on Malfoy.
57. Cause insert random person here 's cauldron to combust as many times as it takes for class to be dismissed.
58. Enlarge an object until it breaks down the walls and Charms is canceled.
59. Obtain a very large sponge and soak up the Lake.
60. Make the castle invisible.
61. Put the giant squid into green house one…with the firsties.
62. Get the staff drunk.
63. Flood the dungeons.
64. Lock the Slytherins out of class…
65. Tell the teacher they're all sick.
66. Enchant the lights to go off everytime the words "the" and "and" are said.
67. Yawn loudly during crucial points of a lecture.
68. Steal exams you know you failed and throw them into the lake.
69. Set a Boggart loose in Slug's class.
70. Laugh at his fear.
71. If he can't get rid of it, neither can you.
72. Put fake vomit on the professor's seat.
73. Disillusion yourself, and make farting noises while standing behind the professor.
74. Write "I had beans for lunch" on the board.
75. Charm strange wigs onto the professor's head.
"Oy, Moony…what are you doing with my girlfriend?" a voice boomed from across the room.
"She's not your girlfriend." Remus said flatly.
"Well, I'm going on a date with her…"
"As friends…" Rem and I said at the same time.
"How did you know?" I asked curiously.
"Damn you and your were—" Sirius started, but Remus slapped him in the head.
"Ouch!" Sirius exclaimed, rubbing his head, "I was only going to say "very good hearing". I bit my tongue earlier, it's making my words all wonky."
"Poor baby," I mocked.
"Maybe you would like to kiss my owie?" he asked, cocking his eyebrows suggestively.
I rolled my eyes and slapped him on the shoulder.
"You're going to have to kiss that one too," he said, frowning.
After a moment of silence, Sirius was still very serious, I cocked my head and looked at him, a bit puzzled. He sighed and answered my eyes.
"Err…we're double-dating."
November 7
A green eyed girl lay on the floor directly in between three four poster beds and the door. The largest, fluffiest, blanket she could find was wrapped around her so that the only thing you could see was her bright, red hair.
Even the bright, red hair wasn't very bright. The moon was out and the lights were off. The miserable pile on the floor was motionless except for a few occasional shudders that came as an aftermath of crying.
Then Marlene McKinnon came in, followed closely by Emmeline Vance, and they picked the broken Lily Evans up from the floor and dragged her into her own bed. Then they both gave her a large hug.
I had never been so grateful to them in my whole life. That night had been what I thought was the worst night I had ever experienced. After coming back from the double-date, I had climbed into my bed and had a good cry. I missed my two best friends so much, and had no idea how the hell I had gotten myself into this bloody mess.
Finally, after the sobbing had subsided, I had grabbed my super comfy blanket and curled up on the floor. I wanted my friends to see me, because maybe then they'd pay attention to me.
"Lily!" Emmy had gasped the moment she came in, before she ran off to get Marlene.
That was where they had found me. Curled up in the fetal position and feeling sorry for myself. Pathetic…but you already knew that. After a bit, they let go of me, and peeling the covers away so they could talk to me. I had buried myself in the blanket, and could barely breathe, but I had managed.
My skin was splotchy from crying, something only fair skinned people had to deal with. I remember once, I had a breakdown at the hospital when I had to get a shot…my skin got splotchy then too. Hey, I was young and afraid of needles.
The moment I took a breath of cold air, I launched into a throaty recount of the night, apologizing profusely for getting worked up over something stupid. I was ashamed of myself, because it honestly wasn't a big deal. I suspected PMS had something to do with it, though.
I had met Sirius in the common room, wrapped up in my Gryffindor scarf, wearing a pair of jeans and a nice, fluffy sweater to match my eyes. He offered me an arm and I took it. For the first few minutes it was a night of nice, sweet gestures. Little did I know…
That phrase is overused but it describes everything so perfectly.
We met James in a third-floor corridor, near a statue of this ugly witch. Along with him was the blonde girl I had seen messing around with Sirius that day. You know…the bimbo? Sirius had a strangled look on his face.
"I was going to pursue her after this little experiment," he said to me sadly, "You realize James is using her against both you and me?" he continued, muttering more to himself that to me. "Clever…clever."
They walked very slowly, and when they finally got there, James pulled something out of his pocket. It was a piece of parchment. It didn't look too new, but it wasn't old. He seemed to be consulting it, and looking around the hallways to check on something. Finally satisfied, he gave Sirius a wry grin and tapped the statue of the witch with his wand.
"Dissendium," he whispered, so quietly that I don't think anyone, but me, heard it. I was standing fairly close to him, and Sirius was focused on glaring at the girl. The girl was standing off to the side, looking very uncomfortable. Usually, I would offer an encouraging smile in this sort of situation, but frankly, I didn't feel like making her comfortable at all.
The back of the witch opened up and formed a slide of sorts. James ushered me forward and I raised an eyebrow to say "I'm not going in there first." Message sent and received.
James rolled his eyes and pulled himself up, slipping down. The girl followed nervously, casting glances at us. Then I went, and Sirius after me.
It was terribly cold down there, and let me say that not all pretty sweaters are warm sweaters. Actually, most pretty sweaters aren't warm, at all…ever. So I'm rubbing my arms, trying to keep warm, and glancing ahead of us, where James has his arm around the blonde chick's shoulders.
Sirius was walking next to me, muttering to himself and glaring at James and Blondie. I really needed to find out her name, I decided. I poked Sirius in the shoulder and he turned around.
"You're cold," he noted, seeing my shivering body. He unclipped his robe and plopped it over my shoulders. Then he went back to shooting stares at the back of their heads.
"Thanks," I said, somewhat dryly…but I was grateful for the newfound warmth. "but I wanted to know what Blondie's name was."
"Oh…Nancy…something or other." He said, and a pensive look attached itself to his face. "She's in Hufflepuff…" he offered, and I snorted.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "It's all a ruse…a sly ruse."
And I laughed at the absurdity of the statement. James' head snapped back to look at us. He eyed Sirius' grin, and my laughing mouth. Then he looked away and I swore I heard him let out an unsatisfied "hmph".
Eventually, we got out of the passage, into the cellar of Honeydukes, and from there we somehow made it into The Three Broomsticks.
"How are we in here, and not yet suspended?" I asked Sirius, but it was James that answered.
"Madam Rosmerta has a soft spot for Padfoot and I."
"Padfoot?" said Nancy.
"Their nicknames for each other," I said lazily, and she looked jealous that I knew what they were and she didn't.
"Why did you two reveal a secret passage to two girls you barely know?" I muttered to Sirius.
"Now Lily, can you honestly say we barely know each other? I trust you with this…now James, James is just being an idiot. If he's taking my advice, he's an idiot." Sirius whispered back.
"What do you mean he's taking your advice? You gave him this advice?" I shot at him, trying to keep quiet.
"Well, not directly…it's from my novel…you know…getting another cookie to make another cookie jealous. Like I said, James is an idiot to take that rubbish to heart." He answered.
"So you admit it's a load of shit, then." I said slyly, the corners of my mouth turning up into a grin. James eyed us whispering and ordered drinks from Rosmerta, giving her a dazzling smile before leading us to a booth.
We sat down and I muttered a small concealment charm on the booth. Anyone with bad intentions towards us four would overlook this booth.
"What are you doing," squealed a panicked Nancy. "Are you trying to get us detention?"
"No, Nancy, calm down." I said, not even bothering to explain the situation to her. If she never bothered asking anyone about magical signatures, I wasn't about to explain there weren't such things.
I was interested in the idea of people having their own special signatures, and found out that they were all indistinguishable in magical households and yada, yada. The tavern was full of wizards and witches, they wouldn't be able to tell if there were students doing magic or not. Both Sirius and James knew, they had helped explain it to me last year along with Emmy and Remus.
"It's Nancine!" she snapped, and I knew that Nancine was having a horrible time…just like I was.
The rest of the evening was spent with me and Sirius muttering about James' treachery, and James trying to joke with Nancine. Randomly, Sirius produced a pocket knife from out of his pocket.
"Carve your name into the bottom of the table…please Lily?" he said, and the table went quiet.
"Why?" I said, narrowing my eyes.
"Oh, just a list of our conquests." Sirius said nonchalantly.
"You obviously don't know what a conquest is, and I'm not a conquest." I said, coolly.
"Well, you're here, aren't you?" he said, his eyes shining in mirth.
I rolled my eyes, but smiled. "Oh, alright," I said, grabbing the knife from out of his hand and sliding down onto the floor. I looked up and found a list of names on the underside of the table. I found 'Marlene is not a conquest' towards the center. I rolled my eyes again and found an empty corner.
Slowly, the words Lily Evans owns Sirius Black made a permanent home in the wood. I got up and smirked, handing him the knife. We started another "Slythier-than-thou" contest, and abruptly stopped when James' laughter rang across the table. He had crouched down to see what I had written.
"Sirius, mate, you have to see this." James said, sitting on the floor and pointing at my statement. Sirius craned his neck and peered under the table.
"Bollocks," he mumbled, before trying to get back up and smacking his head against the table. "You're too smart for me, Evans."
He spent a moment rubbing his head before turning to me and smirking.
"That's another owie you'll have to kiss." He said evilly.
"That's three then?" I replied, getting parchment and a quill out of his robe pocket. I feigned eagerness to take notes on his 'owies'.
He shoved me lightly against the wall, and I shoved him back. We started a shoving fight. When me and Sirius are together, we either act much older than we usually do, or, much younger than we usually do.
After a few minutes of this, James launched into a cocky story about a prank he and the Marauder's pulled. Sirius took this as flirting and started to try and make James seem like an idiot by highlighting all his screw-ups. James returned the favor. Nancine started to open up and was teasing both of them.
I was fed up and said, very loudly, "Sirius said the funniest thing the other day," and they all shut up, looking at me expectantly. "Well, we were talking Remus and his study habits, and oh, you just had to be there…"
I. Was. Making. A Complete.
Arse.
Out of. Myself.
But this only seemed to encourage me and I went on, making very stupid comments, worse than that one. Finally, Sirius grit his teeth, took me by the arm, and excused us from the table.
"Lily, what the hell are you doing?" he hissed.
I was about to say 'nothing', but then I realized, there was no point in lying, my eyes brimmed with tears and I looked down, not wanting to me his glance.
"Making a git out of myself." I said, under my breath.
"That you are," he said scornfully.
"Can we go?" I asked, looking up at him with my eyes glassy with tears. I didn't dare blink, lest I let them loose.
His expression softened, "Yeah, but you're not the only person being a shitbox tonight. You're just the most obvious."
I blinked, and the tears streamed, but I laughed anyway. He gave my shoulder a squeeze and went to tell James we were off. James looked up to where I was standing near the door, and behind his spectacles I could see a look of guilt, while Nancy kept chatting to the back of his head.
I turned around and pushed the door open, then waited for Sirius outside. He came, and we went. Somewhere in the middle of the secret hallway, he sighed and I looked at him.
"I'm sorry Lily, it's all my fault." He started, hushing me when I wanted to interrupt, "If it makes it any better though, I was right, and the experiment was successful…"
"That's alright," I said, but it was ill-tempered because of his mention of the 'experiment'. I didn't give a flying fuck about his experiment. He knew what I was thinking…as scary as it is…he knew.
"Trust me, Lils, this has a lot to do with you, and you will benefit from it directly…yes…I've got you just where I want you now." He rubbed his hands together, his head lost in thoughts of his diabolical plan.
Sirius was the person we based #23, and #24 of The List on, in case you were wondering.
When we got back, I ran up the stairs and dove into bed, and here I am, still wearing his blasted robes.
Emmy and Marlene apologized some more and told me that he was never going to ask me out. He was just to stubborn and had to much pride. It was in to far for him to do it himself, and I had to be the man and do it myself. I just nodded and went to sleep.
A/N: Fin!
I hope you like this chapter, because I am very proud of it. It deviates from the other chapters, and seems to me more Sirius…
Sorry…pun…couldn't resist.
Thanks to my reviewers: CrimsonColoredSkies, GoddessoftheMaaN, bri007, mb4, Elli, and TellAllYourFriends.
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