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Sirius's POV
I sat there on the edge of the bench, and I could hear a voice screaming outside the compartment. Then it got really quiet, almost eerily so. "Wow," James said, "That was…interesting." Remus nodded, and added, "She seems to have really wild emotions, so I'd be careful, Sirius." I looked at him, "What's that supposed to mean?" He looked at me, and rolled his eyes. "You've never attempted to comfort a girl in your life, and you're obviously interested in her, you've barely taken your eyes off of her." Dammit, why did he have to be so attuned to me? I could tell that James had been oblivious as usual, and I watched as his jaw dropped, "You…like her?" I recovered from Remus's keen observations, and replied, "Well, yeah. I think she's super hot, don't you?" My mouth felt gross and weird calling her hot.
Just then the door to the compartment opened and Valentina walked in, tears streaming down her face. I stood to help, to do anything, but she collapsed as soon as Isabel shut the compartment door. "Help, somebody—" my scream was muffled by Isabel's hand coming down over my mouth, "Shut up! She's fine, just get her up on the seat, okay? She needs to lie down." She growled in my ear. I still considered yelling for help, but knew I didn't know all the details of the situation. I decided to take a chance, so I helped lift her. James got her feet, and I got her torso, Isabel made sure her neck was supported and we carried her over to the bench. We set her down and then Isabel was in a flurry of motion, checking her vitals, making sure she had a pulse.
"Isabel—" I was cut off again, "Shh!" She hissed at me, "Val? Val, please." Then she spoke Russian and I had no idea what was going on, Isabel seemed increasingly worried. "Can I get help now? Isabel, what's wrong?" It frustrated me that I didn't know what was going on. It looked like Isabel was about to give in to my request to get help and then Valentina's eyelids fluttered. I jumped up, but Isabel sat me back down. "What do we do now?" I asked her, "We wait." She replied. It took a couple more minutes, but Valentina's eyes opened.
After that, her transition was very quick, as soon as her eyes opened her breathing intensified, labored and fast. She sat up quickly, looking extremely panicked. Isabel made sure she had direct eye-contact and spoke in Russian. After Valentina's breathing slowed, she said, in English, "Valentina, no more. Your emotions are to unstable, okay? Breathe, lie down. Relax." Valentina nodded, and complied with what Isabel said. After a few minutes, she turned her faces toward us and smiled weakly, "Sorry for that, when I get really emotional I sometimes pass out."
I looked at her and Isabel, they were definitely communicating in some way unbeknownst to us. James, Remus, and I had a similar pattern when we were in trouble or just couldn't speak aloud. I gave Remus a look, which said, "Do you believe it?" and he twitched his hand which basically meant "I have no idea." He looked like there was more but there was only so much that he could say with our movements and looks. I looked at James, gave him the same look I had given to Remus and got a quick nod that was a definite "No."
I took a deep breath, "Is that the story you're going to stick to?" I asked them, Isabel pretended to looked shocked, she began to say something that didn't sound nice, but Valentina interrupted her, "Yes, because we don't know you that well. We would rather no one know about it, but if you want you can tell people." She looked confident now, and very sure of herself. "I like you guys, I do. I think you're wonderful, and I feel like we will be good friends, and I'm sure you'll find out in time; either from me telling you, or you guessing..."
I know my jaw had dropped and I was pretty sure James and Remus were shocked to. "No, I'm not going to tell you what's really going on, but I would like it if you could trust me." She smiled, and added, "For now." Well, it was hard to follow that speech. Usually, James or I was the first to speak, but Remus just said, "Okay." and James and I followed suit. There was something he got that we may not, and he would tell us later, but I trusted him. We understood what had happened, and we weren't going to push. We had secrets, and so did they.
Valentina's POV
I knew Isabel would be angry that I had said that, but I just kept thinking of the way Sirius had tried to comfort me, how intense Remus was, and how strong James was underneath all the cockiness I'd seen. They'd helped me when they could've called for adults, they'd listened to me, and I was pretty sure they weren't going to tell anyone what'd happened here. I smiled at them all, they were friends now, I thought, and I felt positive we were going to get closer and closer.
"Well, it's certainly been an interesting train ride." James laughed, and so did Isabel, that erased a lot of the tension that lingered. "Most interesting I've ever had." Remus said, he reached for my hand, and squeezed, to everyone else I'm sure it was a comforting gesture, to me it was a sign that he was way more on to me then either Sirius or James. I nodded, agreeing to a conversation I was sure would happen, whether I agreed or not. No one else caught our mini conversation, but Sirius was still staring at me.
James stood up, "We've got to go change, but we'll see you at the sorting ceremony and the feast when we arrive." Remus stood, and then after him, Sirius. I stood up as well and hugged James, then Remus, and last Sirius. Ever since I'd woken up, he hadn't taken his eyes off of me. His eyebrows were pushed together, and in his eyes I could see he was trying to puzzle it all out; he was focused, determined, strong, and stubborn. I hugged him and it lasted a moment longer than all the others, but it was nice. It felt nice, he felt nice. It was the first non-Isabel human contact I had had in a long time, definitely the first male contact. He was cute, but the way he eyed me scared me a little. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but I also knew he wouldn't give up on figuring it out.
They all left, and Isabel and I sat. We locked eyes and I just said, "We're so screwed."