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Chapter 22 -The Turnover
"Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions.
Clambering for the scraps
In the shatter of us collapsed.
It cuts me with every could-have-been. "
-Imogen Heap "Wait it Out"
With the help of James' cloak and the Marauder's Map, James and Sirius had managed to get to and back from Hogsmeade laden with butterbeers and sweets without getting caught. The end of term party in the Gryffindor tower that year was the best that had been seen in years. Everybody had fun, even the younger children who James and Sirius warned on pain of "hexation" to not touch the alcohol. James had danced with all the girls in his year, even Lily, to everybody's surprise while Peter, Remus, and Sirius all stayed with their significant others; except, of course, when Peter and James stole a blushing Helen from her friends. It was after two in the morning before the Head Students, Frank Longbottom and Alice Prewett, reluctantly told everybody that they better go to bed if they didn't want an angry Professor McGonagall joining the party.
***
"Hey, little blood traitor," A nasally voice called at Helen from across the corridor a couple days after the Gryffindor end-of-term party. She gritted her teeth and linked her arm through Rachel's. Rachel, having not heard the hateful call, looked at her friend in confusion.
"Yeah," The voice taunted again. It was Mulciber, accompanied by Rosier, Avery, Snape, Malfoy, and Regulus. "I'm talking to you, Gryffindor. Pettigrew? You just going to ignore us?"
The halls were crowded with people leaving the Great Hall from the end of year feast, and nobody other than Helen seemed to hear his comments above the chatter of students. Rachel followed Helen's fearful gaze and saw Slytherins. Her eyes, too, went wide and she pulled her friend around a corner in what she hoped was a subtle way of escaping.
The corridor they had entered was empty, but Helen's brow was still furrowed and the two girls kept walking fast, in no particular direction, just trying to get as far away from the older students as possible.
"I don't get it…" Rachel sighed. "What did they want from you? You're a pureblood."
"Exactly," Helen grumbled. "And I'm hanging out with you."
"What?" Rachel stopped walking. "I'm not a muggleborn."
"But you're a half blood," Helen reasoned. "And… I don't know. They've just been following me around a lot lately, that's the only thing I can figure…"
"That doesn't make sense, Helen," Rachel groaned. "Half the people in this school are halfbloods!"
Helen shifted her robes and looked at her shoes. She remained silent and tried to make her eyes stop burning with the threat of tears.
"You don't…" Rachel swallowed, taking in her friend's expression. "You don't think that maybe… it has to do with your Dad?"
"I—"But Helen was cut off by the reappearance of the six Slytherin males. Snape, Malfoy and Regulus were coming from their right, and Mulciber, Rosier and Avery walked down the hall on their left. Helen and Rachel looked to from side to side at both walls of the corridor, searching for a door or exit, but there was only one broom cupboard. With no way of escape, they found themselves backed against the wall, the six older students surrounding them.
"Expelliarmus!" Snape muttered, making Helen and Rachel's wands fly out of their pockets.
"Hey, there, sweetie," Mulciber whispered, leering at the 13 year olds.
"Stop being creepy, mate. They're too young for you." Regulus looked at the two frightened girls and smiled, but his smile didn't comfort them. They huddled together as Regulus took a step forward. "We just wanted to see how you fine young ladies are doing."
"Stop being such a downer, Regulus," Avery sneered. "Nobody cares how old anybody is. It's about how sweet they are." He took a step towards her and ran his hand through her hair.
"What," Helen started, her voice just above a whisper as she stood tense and unable to move. "What did you want?"
"Don't ask questions!" Mulciber growled, pulling out his wand and sending a hex at Helen. Tears sprung to her eyes as she felt something like an electric shock volt through her entire body. Malfoy laughed and patted Mulciber on the back.
"Nice one, mate," Severus Snape chuckled. "What do you call it?"
"Nevermind, it's not important" Regulus interrupted. "Pettigrew, we've been trying to get you alone for a while now, but you keep making it rather difficult."
Helen gulped and exchanged a look with Rachel.
"Why?" She asked, hoping her voice didn't betray her nerves. By the smug and amused looks on the Slytherin's faces, she knew she had failed.
"Now, what did I say about asking questions?" Mulciber sneered, he sent her a stinging hex and levitated her above the ground. Rachel yelped and jumped up, trying to pull Helen down by her foot. As soon as she grabbed hold of her friend's trainers, Evan Rosier pulled her back and held her roughly against the wall.
"How's abouts we have fewer interruptions," Rosier smirked at Helen, who was repeatedly getting slammed against the stone wall, about 5 feet above the floor. Her eyes were watering profusely as she tried to look beneath herself at Rachel, who had fainted but still was being held by Rosier. She wanted to ask what they wanted, but had no idea what Mulciber would do if she attempted to speak.
"Or how about," an angry and confident voice came from down the hall. "We have one last big interruption."
James, Sirius, Peter and Remus were striding down the corridor pulling out their wands and looking murderous.
"Expelliarmus" Peter shouted, causing Mulciber's wand to fly out of his hand and Helen to fall to the ground. Peter rushed over to his sister, whose head was bleeding from the back.
"What," James growled, "made you think that you could get away with beating up on one of ours?"
The three marauders held their wands against the six Slytherins. Mulciber had picked up his wand but was stopped from sending any curses as Kingsley Shacklebolt and Josh Mason came out from behind a painting, wands raised.
Kingsley disarmed Mulciber for a second time and Josh's bat bogey was deflected by Snape's shield charm.
All of the Slytherins, noticing that the numbers had evened out, sent hexes and curses in every direction. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws had no choice to follow in suit.
"I would just like to point out that three of us are prefects," Josh shouted out over the noise. "I would definitely prefer getting you expelled in a civil manner than engaging in corridor duelling."
Snape snorted, dodging a curse from Peter, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a prefect too."
"Of course," Remus muttered as he cast a shield charm in front of Helen and Peter. "That's how he came up with the number three, you dolt."
"Oooh," Snape mocked, "is it somebody's time of the month?"
At that comment, Sirius and James fired simultaneous stunning spells on him.
"Oh my Gosh!" Lily Evans chose this opportune moment to come running down the corridor accompanied by Maia and Allie. "What's going on? Allie, go get a teacher!"
The large group of students suddenly became silent. Helen's head was bleeding, Snape was unconscious on the floor, Rachel was sprawled on the floor as well, and many of them bore marks of hexes and jinxes. Everyone else was out of breath and staring at each other. Allie stared transfixed, unable to obey Lily's command.
"That's not necessary, Evans," Regulus spoke calmly. "Just having a tad of a disagreement, but it's done now. We'll just be on our way. Oh, and here are the 3rd years' wands."
With that, the Slytherins left, with Snape floating ahead of them. James swore and slid down the wall to sit on the floor.
"Why are you sitting?" Sirius groaned. "We have to go. Teachers will be coming in minutes. I'm sure that somebody will have alerted them to this."
"But…" James started.
"No," Sirius said. "They'll have suspicions about what happened, but we can't be connected to it. Please, everyone, they aren't the only ones who broke rules just there. I mean, did you see the state of Snivillus?"
"But, they can't just get away with it –"
"We have no choice—"
"We're going home tomorrow anyways –"
"They won't say anything if we don't—"
"Dumbledore would want to know—"
"Everyone, SHUT UP!" Peter screamed. "Can somebody help me take Helen to the Hospital wing? We can say she fell, or something. And if somebody could attempt to enervate Rachel that would also, be, you know, good. We can deal with whether or not to involve teachers later. Right now, let's just try to not let my sister die from a stupid concussion."
Everyone became silent and James crouched down to enervate Rachel. After that failed, he splashed a bit of water from his wand on her face. Once she woke up, Maia took her hand and led her to her dorm to sleep it off. Allie and Peter swung Helen's arms across their shoulders and took her to the Hospital Wing. After making sure that everything else was under control, the Ravenclaws went back from behind the painting from which they had emerged leaving James, Sirius, Remus and Lily alone.
"Let's head back to the common room," Sirius suggested, linking his fingers with Remus' and walking down the corridor. James nodded and followed after them.
"What happened?" Lily asked, running to catch up with them. Remus and Sirius looked to James to explain.
"They were harassing Helen. When we got here, Rachel had just been stunned or something. We stepped in," he said, looking straight ahead. Lily stared at him, unsatisfied.
"How did you know to come? And what about Kingsley and Josh?" she asked, scepticism written all over her face.
"We didn't plan it as an ambush, if that's what you mean," James countered, shooting her an angry glare. He didn't want to defend his actions to Lily.
"I wasn't insinuating that you were!" Lily snapped back. "I just want to know what's going on!"
"Peter needed to talk to Helen about where they would meet tomorrow on the platform to meet their mother," Remus cut in before what would surely be an explosive argument broke out. "We ran into Kingsley and Josh on our way down and told them to come through that painting so that the numbers would be even."
"That doesn't explain how you knew where Helen was. And how could you possibly have known about the Slytherins, let alone how many there would be?" Lily demanded. The boys looked at each other and James gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. The boys shrugged in a convincingly innocent way.
"Big brother's intuition?" Remus suggested casually. "Lucky we were here though. Somebody could've gotten really hurt."
"Somebody did get hurt! Or did you not notice the bleeding thirteen year old!?" Lily exclaimed. "This stuff isn't supposed to happen. We're at Hogwarts! It's supposed to be safe here!"
"There's a war going on, Evans," James stopped walking to stare at the red-haired girl who was currently close to hyperventilation. "Or have you not been reading the papers, noticing the deaths?! Hogwarts is safe in comparison to the outside world, but what can they do? Expel the entire house of Slytherin?"
"They should," laughed Sirius.
"It's not funny!" Lily and James said at the same time. Remus squeezed Sirius' hand in his, but didn't say anything. Sirius glared at his best friend and Lily and pulled on Remus to make the group continue walking towards the common room.
"Well, excuse me for attempting to look on the bright side," He sighed. "But really, it's not like this doesn't affect me just as much as you. My brother is a death eater wannabe and I live with blood-traitors. There's just not much we can do at the moment and well, we'll be in the Order of the Phoenix once we graduate anyways."
"The what?" Lily asked, intrigued.
"Nothing, Lily," James sighed directing a pointed look at Sirius. Sirius shrugged and Lily looked, once again, unsatisfied but resigned.
"I suppose Dumbledore already knows all about the kind of things the Slytherins are doing," Remus considered. "There's not much that goes on that he doesn't know about. I doubt there's anything really dangerous going on. Not even that bunch is stupid enough to cause serious damage to another student on school grounds."
"Well… for good measure: I'm taking fifty points from Slytherin. And twenty from Gryffindor." Lily ignored the look of outrage that Sirius was sending her. "And I suppose, ten from Ravenclaw."
"That's fair," James nodded, although the look on his face implied that part of him felt it wasn't. Sirius continued to look irritated but a look from Remus prevented him from saying anything.
"Wulgelsprout," Sirius told the portrait and James and Lily looked up in surprise to find that they had reached the Fat Lady.
"Well, see you later, Lily," James smiled, once they were in the common room. "Maybe you'll sit with us on the train tomorrow?"
"Don't count on it," she glared at him. It was the distinct feeling that the boys were hiding things from her that made her irritable, not to mention the rather stressful events of seeing one of her oldest friends floating down the corridor unconscious and the sweet little girl she had started to befriend looking dazed and bleeding from her head.
Lily ignored the looks of surprise and hurt on the boys' faces and turned around to stalk off to her dormitory. Once she got upstairs she sank down onto her bed and, not caring that she wasn't completely packed to leave the next morning and was still in her school uniform, she fell asleep.
***
"Padfoot?" James called across the dark room that night as he lay in bed trying to fall asleep.
"Yeah, Prongs?" Sirius answered.
"What do I do wrong with Lily?" James asked.
"Many, many things, my friend," Sirius answered solemnly. "Though, not so many lately."
Remus and Peter didn't say anything. They knew, by the fact that James had started talking while they were in the room, that they were allowed to hear his thoughts. However, they also knew James well enough to know that he really wanted to pretend that only Sirius was there.
"I know, Padfoot," James said slowly. "I know that I'm not the same arrogant prat I was last year. And sometimes I think that she knows it, too. I really do. But other times she just seems so dead set on thinking the absolute worst of me. It's two steps forward and a step back, with her."
"Better than no steps forward at all, though," Sirius suggested quietly. He waited, knowing James had more on his mind that would come out if he gave him the chance. Sometimes Sirius thought that James was kind of like a girl in this respect, talking about his feelings, talking (incessantly) about Lily... But that's just the way he was. It was the way he always had been, since the first time he'd met him on the train. It was good for James. And, if Sirius were to be completely honest, he knew it was good for him as well.
"She plays hot and cold," James said after a while. "Everything will be fine, we'll be getting along great, and then I'm the trouble maker again, the bully. She refuses to see the good side of me."
"You can't make her see what she refuses to open her eyes to," Sirius responded. "I don't know what to tell you, mate. If she never realises it, her loss."
"Her loss is my loss," James sighed. He didn't know what else to do. Maybe Sirius was right. It definitely hadn't been the first time he'd received the "be yourself" advice regarding Lily. The boys, Kate, and even Maia had been telling him for years. But, what if he was wrong? What if they wouldn't be perfect together? Could he let go of the dream he'd had for almost six years?
***
The next morning, the day to leave Hogwarts for the summer, came too soon. The boys, as per usually, were frantically running about their dormitory trying to sort out all their belongings.
"Padfoot?"
"Yeah, Prongs?"
"Are these yours?" James held up a pair of green silk boxers.
"Absolutely not," Sirius answered, after glancing briefly at the undergarments in James' hands in repulsion. "I threw out everything that colour years ago. Moony?"
Remus shook his head and the three boys looked at Peter.
"Those are not mine. I don't wear silk."
"Well, nobody else lives here," James said. "They have to be one of ours."
"Or there is something one of us is keeping secret," Remus suggested with a sly grin.
"A unique fondness for silk?" Peter asked.
"Could they be Caleb's? Or Josh's?" James asked.
"What are you not telling us, Prongs? Sirius asked, winking suggestively at his friend. "Because, you know, Moony and I are the adventurous type."
Remus blushed furiously at this comment and looked down at the ground causing Peter and James to burst out laughing. He pursed his lips, willing his face to return to its normal colour, but the attempts seemed just to make the blush worse.
"So," Sirius continued as though he hadn't just mortified his boyfriend, "Have you been masking your true desires all this time using Lily as a facade?"
"Yes," James replied, gathering himself together and staring at Sirius, a look of complete and utter solemnity on his face. "I have to tell you guys... it is a huge secret... but sometimes, in the Quidditch locker rooms... sometimes I mistakenly take other people's belongings. That is my secret. That is what I've been hiding from you all."
Remus rolled his eyes and shook his head. Peter's laughter progressed to him gasping for air and holding onto his bedpost for support. Sirius, however, was looking pensively at the boxers that James still held in his hands.
"Actually..." he said slowly," Those might be mine."
James rolled his eyes and tossed the underwear at Sirius' head.
***
On the other side of Gryffindor Tower, a similar scene of mayhem was taking place in the 6th year girls' dormitory. Maia and Kate were running around the room frantically, Lily stood by her bed placing piles of neatly folded clothing in her trunk, and Allie sat cross-legged on her already packed and ready-to-go trunk.
"One hour until we have to leave to get on the train," Allie said cheerily. Kate didn't even respond; she was too focused on making sure none of her Quidditch supplies were under her bed. Maia, however, stopped trying to dislodge a sweater from between her bedpost and the wall for long enough to shoot Allie an evil glare.
"Don't do that to them," Lily laughed as she placed the last item smartly in her trunk and closed the top easily. "You'll just freak them out more and they'll be even less efficient."
"They'll be fine," Allie said. "And it's so fun to tease them."
"Not fun for us!" Kate exclaimed as she emerged from under her bed, a Keeper's glove in one hand and a broken quill in the other.
"It's your own fault," Allie told her. "You are the ones that insist on leaving packing until the last minute every year."
Again, Kate didn't answer, choosing instead to search the room one last time for any remaining belongings of hers.
Allie stifled a laugh as Maia attempted to pull one of her uniform ties out from under the bookshelf.
"How did that even get there?" Lily whispered to Allie as she came over to sit next to her on the trunk.
"I have no idea," Allie whispered back. "But I hope she doesn't knock over the entire shelf."
"I can hear you!" Maia said, continuing to yank at the tie. Finally, after several minutes of no progress, it came out. "See? And look, the bookshelf is fine. Now... I think that was my last thing... I just have to fit it all in the trunk." Maia looked at the huge pile of books, parchment, and clothing sitting on her bed and then at her trunk. With a shrug at the looks of amusement on Allie and Lily's faces, she pulled out her wand, waved it, at watched as all her possessions rose off the bed and plopped haphazardly into her trunk.
"Great! I'm ready, too," Kate said, forcing the lid of her trunk closed so that she could latch it. "Shall we go see if the boys are ready and head down the carriages?"
"Sounds good to me!" Allie said as she hopped off her trunk, grabbed her book bag and wand, and skipped out of the room. "And maybe we can find Josh!"
***
It was the first time the four Marauders were not all in the same compartment for the entire train ride to London. They, of course had started out together, laughing and trying to ignore the unpleasant events of the previous day. As it had turned out, Helen had gotten a concussion, but Madame Pomphrey had fixed her up nicely. They hadn't seen any of the Slytherins at the station in Hogsmeade and really had no desire to see any of them until next September, and even then, only if they absolutely had to.
Soon enough, Peter asked if he could be dismissed to go spend some time with Heather. Knowing that Peter wouldn't see her for two weeks until he went to meet her family --a Big Deal, about which Peter had nearly wet his pants—the other boys repeatedly told him that he could leave. He did finally leave, but only when he saw Helen and Rachel walk past their compartment and James stood up.
"Peter," He said. "I think we ought to go see what all happened to Helen and Rachel before we got there."
James did want to go check in with the younger Gryffindors, but he also noticed that Sirius and Remus kept sharing looks that clearly said they wished that they were alone together. Despite the fact that James was unhappily single, he could also appreciate the fact that it would be hard for his friends to be separated now that they wouldn't be living together for the summer.
Peter nodded at James' suggestion and they left the compartment.
Sirius grinned at his lover and pulled him closer. "Alone, at last," he whispered, raising an eyebrow. "I love Prongs and Wormtail, but I was scared we wouldn't get a chance to say a proper goodbye."
Remus sighed softly, nuzzling into Sirius' thick black mane. "I'm going to miss you so much."
"Me too, Moony," Sirius groaned, pulling back just far enough so that he could look into the amber pools that were Remus' eyes. Earthy scents enveloped him as they breathed the same air. Remus pulled his legs up so that he was straddling his boyfriend on the train seat.
Their lips crashed against each other viciously; tender in a strange mix of spicy and sweet. Remus twisted his long, thin fingers through Sirius' dark hair, tugging on it and eliciting a sigh from the other boy.
Sirius leaned back and reached his hand to trace patterns underneath Remus' shirt. Remus ground his hips down, feeling their hard bodies create friction from underneath layers of clothing.
And then there was a knock on the compartment door. The boys groaned in unison and Remus stood up to reprimand whoever had interrupted them. Lily came into the compartment, her face blushing so furiously that it clashed absurdly with her hair.
If Sirius wasn't so sexually frustrated, he would've laughed at her awkward expression, but as it was, he only felt mildly gratified that at least she didn't look happy with having to interrupt either.
"I'm so sorry!" Lily said, her voice higher pitched than usual. "I didn't know you were... well, I guess I should've guessed... it only makes sense since it's the end of the... but James and Peter..."
"Spit it out, Evans," Sirius grumbled. Remus on the other hand, was somehow acting collected and, (to Sirius' annoyance) amused.
"Now, Padfoot," Remus scolded. "That's hardly polite. I'm sorry, Lily. What can we do for you?"
"It's just that," Lily started, her voice still about an octave too high. "The Head Boy and Girl wanted to have one last meeting with the prefects. To, you know, say good bye."
"You couldn't tell them that I have a previous engagement?" Remus asked, knowing full well that Lily could do no such thing.
"I don't think so," Lily confirmed. "Alice and Frank seem to be getting rather sentimental. I do rather think we owe it to them to—"
"Yes, of course," Remus sighed. He looked at his very disgruntled boyfriend. "This won't take long, I promise."
Sirius nodded and leaned against the window as Remus and Lily left him. All alone. He folded his arms. Sirius hated being alone, it was so... boring and lonely and unpleasant and many other unfavourable adjectives.
"Hi, Sirius."
Sirius jumped in his seat, hitting his head against the window that he had been leaning against. "Gah! Oh, hi."
Standing, towering over Sirius was a family boy, who he remembered the name of was Will Greggor. He was the handsome, but quiet Ravenclaw chaser. He had been at the party they'd had the previous summer and as a fellow 6th year they had had numerous classes together over the years but they'd never really talked to each other.
"Er, can I help you?"
"Yeah," Greggor smirked. "I think so."
"Okay," Sirius shrugged, confused but trying not to act too weirded out. "Have a seat."
The tall, blonde boy did sit: right next to Sirius. So close in fact, that Sirius, who wasn't really one much for personal space, felt claustrophobic.
"Hey, scoot over, my side is kind of digging into the armrest by the window," Sirius said, trying to subtly push Will away. The blonde Ravenclaw didn't budge.
"Your boyfriend left," Greggor stated blandly. "Where did he go?"
"A Prefect meeting," Sirius stood up and moved to sit on the other side of the compartment. Greggor stood up and followed him, and sat down, right next to him again.
"So he should be gone for a while?" Greggor asked, a grin appearing on his –annoyingly, in Sirius' opinion—beautiful face. Sirius realized what he was hinting at, but it felt almost dreamlike –well more like a nightmare. Why on earth would anyone think that it was okay to be so forward with somebody who was obviously taken and who was barely an acquaintance.
"I suppose," Sirius slid a few inches away from the other boy. "Look, I know I'm irresistible, but I kind of am, well, not interested. Me and Remus are..."
"What?" Greggor smirked again, sliding to remove the inches of space between them. "I get it. He's your boyfriend. But really, everyone knows how you are. I don't care if you have a boyfriend."
"God, how I am? We hardly know each other," Sirius raised his voice. "Back off. You don't seem like such a bad guy and I don't really want to have to hex you, but..."
He reached to his pocket to grab his wand, but his arm was stopped by the firm grip of the chaser.
"Sirius, just relax," still holding Sirius' arm, Greggor raised his other hand to grip Sirius' hair. "Shh..."
Sirius could not believe what was happening. Sure, lots of people had made moves on him before, but they had never just, not backed off.
"Really, Greggor..." Sirius was frozen as Greggor released his arm and took his wand. He tossed the wand on the floor of the compartment and placed his hand on Sirius' thigh. Sirius, still horny from being with Remus mere moments ago, shifted uncomfortably. Greggor, apparently taking this as a sign of consent leaned in and kissed Sirius, sloppily on the lips.
Sirius remained uncharacteristically frozen. It was hard, seeing as he was incredibly horny to not feel even mildly turned on by this gorgeous near-stranger, but at the same time, he loved Remus and this felt twenty different kinds of wrong. Then again, Sirius wasn't always the best at being logical or straight thinking. So he just sat there as Greggor unbuckled his pants and slid his strong, quidditch player hands down them.
"I really like you, Sirius," Greggor murmered. "Always have... but you're never alone. When I saw Lupin leave, I figured I'd see if maybe you were lonely."
"Are you even gay?" Sirius asked blandly, his brain feeling foggy.
"Don't pretend you haven't noticed." Greggor replied, his voice husky. His hand was moving and Sirius's eyes went wide in surprise.
At this opportune moment, Remus Lupin opened the compartment door. His eyes locked with Sirius' who, came to his senses and shoved Greggor away violently.
"What's wrong, babe?" Greggor asked, having not seen Remus. "Don't tell me you weren't liking it."
Sirius didn't answer but stared at his boyfriend, who stared at him. In two seconds, Greggor was laying stunned on the floor and Remus was wearing the most pained, angry and destroyed face Sirius had ever seen.
"It's not what you'd think, Moony," Sirius started, stepping over Greggor's body toward Remus. Remus stepped back.
"No," Remus said, his voice quiet and dangerous. "Because I would've thought that you would've pushed him away before I showed up. Who is he anyways? I didn't even know you talked to Greggor."
"I don't!" Sirius exclaimed, reaching out to Remus, who stepped back again.
"Right," Remus snarled. "You don't have to talk for that particular activity, I suppose. I really can't believe you."
"Me either!" Sirius started to say, but was cut off when Remus put him in a full body bind.
"Don't talk to me," Remus growled. "I love you and I trusted you. I just don't understand..."
Sirius wanted to tell him that of course he didn't understand, that he hadn't waited around long enough for an explanation. He wanted to point out that he didn't really understand either, seeing as he'd hardly ever even talked to the prat before. He wanted to say all sorts of things, but instead, he was lying partially on top of the creeper who'd gotten him in this mess, paralyzed and alone in the compartment.
[A/N: So, what did you think? Tell us! Because it really would be made of win if you did.]