Lydia's grandfather gave her a handful of floo powder and escorted her into the fireplace when she was instantly taken back to Professor McGonagall's office in Hogwarts.
"I want three hundred words on why we don't give people babbling beverages, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black." Professor McGonagall ordered, "Good evening, Miss Hattaway."
"Professor." Lydia gave a sweeping bow and stepped away from the fire with her tall heals making clicks on the ground.
"Lydia, I-" Sirius started.
"Be quiet." Professor McGonagall shot him an icy look, "Are you alright, Lydia?"
"I'm fine." Lydia blushed and walked to the door of the classroom.
"She gave us the potion." Sirius said quickly, "Said it would be funny."
"Is this true Miss Hattaway?" Professor McGonagall put a hand on her hip.
"No, I mean, yes, but-" Lydia stuttered.
"Sit down." Professor McGonagall pointed to a desk in the front beside James Potter. Lydia obliged and sat down with a glare to Sirius, "I want one hundred words from you on why we do not encourage giving idea's to misguided pupils." She put a quill and piece of paper in front of Lydia.
Why I'm Not Allowed to Give Idea's to Misguided Peers
I'm not allowed to give any type of idea to my peers, especially Sirius Black and James Potter, because they are just stupid enough to act on those ideas. Though I have no control over what actions they take, I am sure to be screwed over in the end. I will from now on only give my ideas to dark witches and wizards and will never give my harmless ideas to those who intend on using my ideas to retaliate against those who think that blood matters. I will also not teach Sirius Black why it is a bad idea to be a snitch on those who have a much more extensive knowledge on potions, hexes, charms, and all other magical subjects.
Lydia Evangeline Hattaway
Lydia placed the parchment and quill on the teacher's desk in the front of the room, "I shall be going, now."
"Just because you've finished your lines doesn't mean that you are done. Sit." She pointed a long boney finger back to Lydia's seat.
"Professor," A studios looking Dumbledore strode into the room with his head held high, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you wanted to join me for a drink?"
"I would but-" She stopped and picked up her wand, "I'm going to put a charm on the door so that it won't open till ten, that will give you plenty of time to finish your essay's." She walked out with Dumbledore, the door closing behind her.
"What did you write?" James leaned over to look at Sirius's paper.
"Complete lies." Sirius grinned, "What did you write, Lydia?"
"I wrote that Sirius Black is an arrogant fool." Lydia glared, "Who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."
"All we have to do is insult people?" James sighed, "Prepare your eyes McGonagall, shits about to get real." He frantically started to write.
"Me?" Sirius put a finger to his chest.
"No, the other Sirius Black." She said sarcastically.
"Well, tell him that there can only be one-"
"Shut up." Lydia snapped, "It's your fault that I'm here in the first goddamn place."
"Did you hear that James?" Sirius laughed, "She said goddamn."
"Shh, I'm trying to concentrate." James continued to scribble.
"Maybe, if you weren't such a stuck up bitch, you'd have more than just grades going for you." Sirius sneered.
"Shut up!" Lydia stood up and walked over to his desk and held out her wand, "Shut up!"
"Did I strike a nerve?" Sirius leaned back on his chair and plopped his feet on his desk.
"Do you ever shut the hell up?" Lydia seethed.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Sirius said, making James laugh.
"Slugulus Eructo!" Lydia waved her wand at Sirius.
"Ugh." A very large slug came out of Sirius's mouth and onto the desk.
"Don't get your slug juice on me." James ruffled his hair and placed his parchment on Professor McGonagall's desk.
"You." A slug slid out of his mouth, "Bitch."
Lydia sighed, "Silencio." She walked back to the last row of seats and sat down with her eyes locked on her hands that she folded on the desk.
At ten, Lydia was the first person out of the room. Sirius and James followed behind her, talking to each other.
"When is the next lesson?" Sirius caught up with her.
"Are you serious?"
"Last time I checked." Sirius laughed and put an arm over Lydia's shoulders, "Fancy a stroll, Minx?"
"Promiscuous and flirtatious?" Lydia snorted, "Try again."
"I've been working on that for the last hour." Sirius moaned as he led Lydia onto the castle grounds, "Would you prefer psycho Bitch?"
"I'm not psychopathic." Lydia looked up into Sirius's eyes as they walked towards the forbidden forest.
"So, the bitch part can stay?" Sirius was taller than Lydia, though she wore her heels.
"You're not very good at making nicknames." They broke apart and Lydia leaned against a tree.
"I'll have you know that I played a vital part in getting Remus's nickname." Sirius smirked.
"Moony?" She rolled her eyes, "Not very creative."
"How do you know his nickname?" He frowned.
"You talk too loud in divination. All I hear about is his furry little problem."
"Back hair; It's uncontrollable once a month we have to shave it." He lied.
"Once a month? Furry problem? Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say that Remus Lupin is a werewolf." She laughed.
"A werewolf?" Sirius barked with laughter.
"Of course that would be preposterous. Containing a werewolf is said to be nearly impossible." She scuffed her foot on the ground.
"Impossible…" He rolled his eyes, "What happened to the hair?"
"My hair? Oh… it just seemed fitting." Lydia absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair.
"For a funeral?" Sirius admired the shape fitting dress that Lydia wore.
"I suppose that I should've changed my-"
"I love it." Sirius took a step towards her, making it so he was just a few inches from her, "It's very form fitting and makes your eyes-"
"Are you flirting with me?" She said incredulously.
"It would be a shame if I didn't." He gave her his best smile, "Is it bothering you?"
"Well, flirting leads to kissing and I just saw numerous slugs come out of your mouth."
"I believe that was your fault." He placed a hand on her waist.
"You started it? With your mouth." Lydia placed his hand back down at his side.
"Willyougooutwithme?" Sirius blurted out.
"You barely know me and I hardly know you."
"That's the best part. We'll have so much to learn about each other."
"Don't snap at me when I say this." Lydia crossed her arms over her chest, "I know that you are from strictly magical descent and most who are from that descent don't want people like me in any sort of social situation. I don't want to be used to anger parents."
"People like you?" He furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't say that."
"Split second decisions are not my forte. Give me time to think about my decision, as you should. Meet me in the green house tomorrow night at midnight." She started to walk back to the castle.
"I'll walk you back."
"What is your answer?!" Kendra asked impatiently.
"He is exceedingly rude." Lydia played with the edge of a page of the book she was reading.
"And Greek god like with a rebel side and a great sense of humor." She purred, "Think of the children that you would make. His looks combined with your intelligence."
"We are not going to be procreating." Lydia said, feeling harassed at the thought of being in bed with Sirius.
"I'd make children with him." Kendra smiled at the thought.
"If you are so smitten with him than you should go out with him."
"Don't tempt me, sugarplum." Kendra traced the outline of Lydia's hand on the table they sat at in the great hall, "I'd go out with you if I could. God knows I've had my share of dreams about you. Naked on my bed with me on-"
"Are you tempting me?" Lydia countered.
"I bet you lips feel like marble." Kendra put her hand on the side of Lydia's face as she brought her head closer.
"Wanna find out?" Lydia bit her own lip.
"Damn it." Kendra pulled back, "I thought for sure you wouldn't let me get that far."
Kendra and Lydia sat in the Divination classroom, just as the class started to pile in. They were flipping through the pages of their book and naming the ways that the other would die.
"James, go ask to sit with Kendra." Sirius pleaded with James, "I'll do anything."
"Anything?" James sounded interested, "You are in debt to me, Black." He stood up and walked over to the table were the girls sat at and looked down at them with his best smile, "Hi, Kendra."
Kendra looked up at him with a confused look on her face, while Sirius started to move out of his seat.
"As you know, I'm James Potter. But as you might not know, I would like you to sit with me."
"That doesn't work on Lily Evans, why do you think it would work on-" Lydia stopped talking as James and Kendra were now hastily talking to each other at their table, "I'm going to fuck up her Charms homework." She muttered to herself.
"What?" Sirius sat down next to her.
"Nothing." She said briskly as she started to read over her divination homework.
"You suck at conversation." Sirius said as he propped his feet on the empty chair in front of him.
"Shh….Children." A very blasé Professor Clair came into the room wearing a very long and sparkly dress, "You, child, get the homework." She pointed to a Ravenclaw girl with her stubby finger. Professor Clair was a short and chubby woman who wore dresses and had her hair in a wave down her back.
Lydia looked at Sirius as he started to tap his fingers on the desk, with an annoyed look on her face. The Ravenclaw went around and collected the papers as Professor Clair assigned the tables to start tea readings. Sirius brought back two cups of tea and placed on down on the table in front of Lydia. Sirius sat down and continued to tap as he drank his tea. Lydia drank her tea with a borderline psychotic look on her face.
"Can you stop?" A pissed Ravenclaw boy that sat on the side of Sirius asked.
"Stop what?" Sirius asked in fake innocence. Lydia put her cup upside down on a tea plate and Sirius followed suit.
"The tap- ugh!" He slammed his book shut and moved to a table away from Sirius.
"Gimme your cup." Sirius opened his book to the page on tealeaves. She handed him his cup and took his and look at the leaves.
"Your love will be challenged or your love will challenge you." Lydia muttered to herself, "Or you'll challenge your love."
"What do you see dear?" Professor Clair popped up behind Sirius and stared into Lydia's cup. The whole room seemed to look at Sirius, no doubt in expectation for him to say something snarky.
"This symbol means fire and this one means suffering." Sirius started to feel very uncomfortable under the glare of Lydia, "And this means everlasting peace."
"No, dear, that means loss." Professor Clair walked away from the table as the other students started to go back to their cups.
"Well, that was enlightening. I didn't know that meant death." Sirius pointed to the ground leaves, ignoring Lydia as he started to tap again.
"You are going to make choices that will lead to your love being challenged and after that your love will be eternal." Lydia slammed the cup on the table so hard that it cracked, "Stop tapping."
"My dear, you didn't have to be so hard on the cup, it's not the cups fault you are going to suffer." Professor Clair fixed the cup, "You shouldn't let your temper get the best of you, you'll end up alone." Many of the students started to giggle.
"I don't care as long as I don't have to teach Divination." Lydia made Professor Clair gasp.
"You couldn't teach Divination if you tried." Professor Clair huffed.
"I'd probably bludgeon myself with a crystal ball." Lydia gathered her books in her hand, "I'll be leaving now." She stormed out of the Divination classroom.