Update 45 of 89.
Reminder: format is installments of double drabble :)
Once again, for some reason, FF counts only 199 words in the actual writing part. On my computer it was 200 words so I'm going with that one. And the 200 words is, obviously, not including the author's note. :)
Black and Blyth. It seemed that every professor Hogwarts enjoyed pairing students off by last name. Sirius and Myrtle were always paired together. Always.
Since first year, Sirius Black had always been paired with Myrtle Blyth. He found her to be awkward, but brilliant. She knew everything.
Sirius didn't understand how he could ever feel the way he did about her. Myrtle always wore her hair in the same style every day. She didn't wear make-up and she never tried anything different with her appearance. She didn't care what she looked like. She didn't care if she was pulling down her skirt to make it longer while all the other girls in their year were hiking them up to make them shorter.
By the time their third year came, the pair had fewer classes together. Sirius found himself searching out reasons to talk to Myrtle since he saw her less. He got her to tutor him.
There was something about Myrtle he couldn't put his finger on. He didn't understand why he felt so drawn to her; she wasn't beautiful, but when she smiled…when she smiled he lost control of his senses.
He always told her she should smile more.