It is really hard to do yoga while typing! Try it! Any way, onwards and upwards! Although I really want to go backwards and downwards.
Rowan
Aah. The moment of truth.
"Hey, Black! Nice socks!"
"Thank you, Rowan!"
"So what's this bet?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yes, I would, so save us a lot of time and tell me soon. Where are you headed any way?"
"McGonagall's. You?"
"Same. What have you done this time?"
"Nothing! I think..."
We knock on her door and go in.
"Ah. Knightly, Black. Come in."
"You wanted to see me, Professer?" Sirius asks, all sweetness.
"Yes. I notice your charms grades have been slipping, latley."
What hell has this got to do with me?
"Sorry, Professer. Do I have to take extra lessons?"
"Yes, Black, I'm afraid you do. Unfortunetly, Professer Flitwick is unavailible for tutoring at the moment."
Why am I here?
She turns to me. Oh no. No, no, no, no.
"As Miss Knightly has excellent charms levels, she is going to tutor you."
"What?" Me and Sirius yelp, simultaneously.
"It is not open for discussion. You will study whenever you have a free period."
We leave her office, glaring at each other.
"It's not my fault, Rowan."
"Yes, it is!"
"How?"
"You're the one on the quiddich pitch when you're meant to be studying!"
"James asked me! Anyway, speaking of quiddich, we're going to be late."
Oh. I realise that James is making us do another practice. It's getting obsessive. I'm one of the beaters. The other is Sirius. This is quite fun, seeing as we get to hit bludgers at each other.
Well, I hit bludgers at him, he ducks and flys away.
"Rowan, Sirius, you're late!" James yells as we walk on to the quiddich.
"Sorry, McGonagall wanted to see us!" Sirius yells back, just as loud as Jam Pot. Boys are loud.
"Why?" James eyes us.
"No reason." Sirius says, all too quickly. Interesting.
By the time I get back to my dorm, I'm soaked through and very grumpy.
"Are you laughing at me?" I ask an extremly giggly Lily.
"You wanted to be on the quiddich team." She reminds me. "But I am laughing at you; I heard you have to tutor Sirius."
"Where did you hear that?"
"Remus told me."
"How the hell does Remus know?"
"I don't know. I don't think I want to know how Remus hears half the stuff he does."
"Whatever. Goodnight."
Lily
Friday was strange. James Potter was actually nice to me. It was weird. Not a single, 'Hey, Evans, go out with me!' or a single 'Evans', at all. He called me Lily. After 6 years of it, he's suddenly stopped.
I'm confused about his motive.
He's trying to mess with my head by messing with the system. Some people say to each other "Hi, how are you?" "I'm good and you?"
Potter says "Oi, Evans, go out with me!"
And I reply "I would rather clean Moaning Myrtle's toilet with my toothbrush."
Then Sirius mutters, "Harsh, Evans, we don't want to hurt his pride."
That's the system! And he's messing it up! Arrgh.
Oh screw it. I'm not spending all night thinking about Potter.
Remus
I hear a thumping next to my bed and whisper "Go to bed Sirius. Now."
"But Remus, don't you realise?"
"What?"
"Tommorow we go to Hogsmede for first time for the last time."
"What?"
"Tommorow we go to Hogsmede for first time for the last time." Sirius sighs. "Don't make me repeat it again."
"I am too tired to listen to your craziness. Go to sleep."
"Fine. 'Night."
"'Night."