INTERRUPTED RANT
"Exercise, bloody exercise. What kind of lame ass excuses is that?"
The only people who could hear Sirius' constant, low mumbles was Peter, who was sat next to him, and Remus, who was sat opposite him, which was only thanks to his sensitive hearing.
"Exercise," Sirius repeated, making a face as if the word left a bad taste in his mouth. Louder this time he talked to his friends, "Not like he didn't get enough exercise through the holidays, he was always on the pitch in his garden, swinging the bat as hard as he could. He's not even a beater but I still get all the buries. And if he wasn't in the air he was pacing, drove me round the bend,"
"Well, he's had a bad couple of weeks, what do you expect, him to be skipping around, throwing daisies at everyone?" Remus related, causing Sirius to give him a dirty look at his sarcasm. Peter mainly just sat there, chowing on some roast beef, his eyes darting between Sirius and Remus.
"I didn't mean it like and you know it. I'm just saying, why does he feel the need to go all off by himself, doesn't he know we're here, to, you know, talk and stuff." Sirius exclaimed, looking at Remus as if he had all the answers.
Instead, Remus just snorted.
"I'm sorry, did you just hear your self, " talk and stuff", and come on, that's all you ever do when your upset, just stalk off by yourself, all miserable looking. Its just were not as insecure about our friendship as you and know you'll eventually come round." Remus scoffed.
Sirius looked positively hurt, " I'm not insecure", Sirius proclaimed, a little too quickly, "and I don't stalk, right Peter?". Turning his attention to Peter, who had just swallowed his food rather nervously.
"Erm, well...your, its har-," Peter stuttered, unable to get the words from his mouth.
Saving Peter for the obvious discomfort of having this much attention to himself, Remus spoke up, "Look, we'll give him the rest of the night to himself then tomorrow well sit him down and, like you say, "talk and stuff". Happy?" Remus reasoned.
"Yes, acutal-" before Sirius could finish his witty come back he felt a warming sensation down the left side of his chest, which was slowly increasing in heat until it was burning him. "Bugger," he called out, causing surrounding people to send dirty looks his way. Ignoring them he pulled out a silvery hand mirror from inside his robe, "yes, yes, yes, I'm here, what the hell do you want?" he questioned the mirror. But instead of his own reflection James was staring back at his, his hair messier than usual and smears of mud and what looked like blood on his face..
At the sight of the state James was in, Sirius soon dropped his good natured mood "What happened to you?" both worry and surprise filling his voice.
"What?" a flicker of confusion passed James' face before he wiped the sheen of sweat off his face, noticing that mud and blood came off to, "I'm fine, I just need you to do me a favour. Get Pomfrey to come down to the infirmary, quickly. I need her help with something." James rushed out, slightly out of breath.
"What happened?" Sirius questioned, disturbed by the urgency in James' voice.
"I'll explain later," James responded before looking at something behind him, "Look Sirius I haven't got time for this, just go get Pomfrey. Oh, and try be inconspicuous about it."
Before Sirius could question James further, he had disappeared and replace by a very confused reflection of him self. Looking up at Remus, he also had the expression of confusion and worry. Without saying a word Sirius stood and steeped out and over the bench. Thankfully Madam Pomfrey was closest to the Gryffindor table, talking to his head of house, Professor Mcgonagall.
"Erm, excuse me professor, but Madam Pomfrey I think your needed at the infirmary." Sirius tentatively asked.
"Please, pray tell, what have you done already Black?" Professor Mcgonagall asked in a stern voice, her lips forming a tight line.
"Me, Professor?" Sirius proclaimed, wearing a look of outrage of being accused, "I don't know what you mean" a look of total innocence filled his face.
"Then why, Mr Black, would I need to visit my infirmary if you haven't done anything?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"I'm not the only wrong doer in this school you know. And if you must know James wants you and before you ask I don't know why or what his done, just that he needs you. Quickly apparently." Sirius finished, giving a pointed look towards the door.
"And how do you know this Black? I haven't seen Potter enter the Great Hall all night." Observed Mcgonagall, voiced her suspicions.
Ignoring Mcgonagall's questions he stared at Pomfrey, "please madame, he sounded really worried, can you just go check on him?" he almost begged. He had a felling something was wrong and it only seemed to be getting worse. At the sight of his lack of humour Madam Pomfrey took one quick look at Mcgonagall before a slight nod of her head.
"You will stay here Mr Black, if there is anything wrong you will only get in my way." she reasoned before turning and briskly exiting the Hall.
Sirius was left there standing a minute before making his way back to his set, the uneasy felling never leaving him.