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A/N: So I have fixed the 2nd and 3rd chapter and this is the legit 4th chapter. -.-'

Next update will be in two weeks, that is, next to next Wednesday. I really haven't had the time to catch up on my writing. Hope you enjoy this chapter and do Review!

Chapter – Photographs and Shakespeare

I woke up next day with a smile on my face, which vanished when I checked my bedside clock. There was no way I was going to be in time for breakfast. I hurried through my morning ablutions then raced into the great hall on the off chance that maybe I would be able to salvage some leftovers but as I skidded to a halt in the entrance hall, it took only a glance to realize that breakfast was indeed over. Only a few stragglers remained, of which, I realized with a sinking heart, Remus Lupin was not one.

I spied someone sitting alone at my house table and having nothing better to do, went over to investigate. It was Reginald Cattermole, a fourth year and the younger brother of my good friend Vernicia.

"Hey Reg," I greeted him, laying a hand on his shoulder. I was, however, forced to take a step back when he jumped and turned around, startled.

"A-Audrey," he stuttered out, his face pale and a fist clenched to his chest.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," I held up my palms to show my good faith and he relaxed slightly, and settled back down on the bench. I took a seat next to him. "What are you doing here Reg? Nici said that you guys were going to go to your grandparents place in Plymouth, she never told me you were staying back?"

"I- uhh.." he stumbled over his words for a few more moments, looking for an adequate explanation it seemed, and my brow furrowed. Reg was a good guy, not the brightest or the most quick-witted but loyal and steadfast, and it wasn't like him to falter over his words or try to hide things. A movement in my peripheral vision caught my eye and I spied something crunched in his fist that he was trying stuff in his robe's pocket inconspicuously.

"Reg, come on, what is it? You are worrying me now. Is it something about Nici? Did something happen to her?" I automatically jumped to the worst conclusion, but he started waving his hands in front of my face.

"Audrey, Audrey," he spoke over me, "its nothing like that. Nici is perfectly fine. And yes we were supposed to go to Plymouth, she is there right now in fact, so don't worry."

My brow smoothened and I let out a sigh of relief then realized how he had ducked my initial questions it furrowed again in confusion, "Then what are you doing here?"

He physically ducked from my questioning stare, this time, "Its nothing," he mumbled.

My eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare as I assessed him and then zoned in on the piece of paper that was now on the desk with a loose fist over it. Before I could rethink my action, I thrust out my hand and pulled out the paper from his fist before he even knew I had moved. Having a younger brother gives you fast reflexes.

"Hey!" he cried but I was already over the bench and power walking out of the great hall. "Give that back!" but I ignored him and focused on the paper in front of me. It was a picture of me and my friends in the Entrance Hall, right after our last O.W.L. In it I was standing with one arm around Vernicia's shoulders and the other around Mary Macdonald's waist. Emmeline Vance stood beside Vernicia, her arms crossed over her chest and feet apart; while Lily Evans stood primly on the other side of Mary with Marlene McKinnon beside her. We were all smiling at the camera, or smirking in Emmeline's case but then Marlene leaned forward with her hands on her knees, and started winking at the camera and squeezing her breasts out with the inside of her elbows and we all burst into laughter.

All of the girls in the group have a copy of the picture but how did Reg get a hold of one? And why?

I was mulling over this when I crashed into someone coming into the Great Hall. A warm hand steadied me before I could land onto my butt; I looked up into the grass green eyes of Remus. In the second that we were staring in each other's eyes, Reginald caught up with me and snatched the photo out of my limp hand.

Instantly I snapped out of the trance, but Reg was already hurrying away from me. I decided against shouting after him, we were bound to run into each other before the holidays' ended, and stared after him in confusion.

"Hey, what was that?" Remus asked from behind me.

I turned and my nose brushed his collar, we were that close; I instantly took a step back and so did he.

I started fiddling with the end of my ponytail, "Beats me, he was acting so weird."

"So you do know him and it wasn't a random person snatching things out of your hand?" he joked.

I grinned at him, "Yes, that was Reginald Cattermole, Vernicia Cattermole, who is in-"

"Ravenclaw, I know," he motioned with his hand for me to continue.

"Yeah, he is her brother, fourth year Hufflepuff. And that was a photo of me and my friend that he just snatched from me, which I had kind of nabbed from him just a minute before."

He raised his brows, "Why exactly did he have that?"

I shrugged and stared off into the Entrance Hall where Reg had vanished, more as a tactic to avoid looking at Remus, than anything, "I think that was Nici's copy of the picture, I'll write to her and ask."

"That wasn't what I-" he started then shook his head, "Leave it. Anyway, I noticed you weren't at breakfast so..." he trailed off.

I raised my eyebrows, he raised his right hand and glanced at it pointedly, so I looked down. He was holding a small picnic basket. My eyes widened and I quickly looked up at him.

He was rubbing the back of his neck and looking off to the side, "Its not much, just some fruits, and pumpkin juice." When I just continued to stare at him, he hastily added, "I got the elves to pack it for me, they even conjured the basket."

I finally found my voice, "You know where the kitchens are?" I asked, my brows climbing.

He dropped his hand from his neck, his body loosening, "Uhh, yeah, James and Sirius discovered them in first year, they are au fait with the paintings as well as the house elves."

My mouth was hanging open at that point and he laughed at my expression, "I'll take you there sometime if you want," he started walking to the tables and I followed him like a puppy, "In fact," he continued, while taking out various food items from the basket, "I am pretty surprised you don't know about them already, they are right next to the Hufflepuff common room."

I was staring at all the food which was way more than what he had mentioned but looked up at this, "Aaaand how exactly do you know where the Hufflepuff common room is?" I asked with an amused twist to my mouth.

He grinned, "There's not much we don't know about Hogwarts, honestly."

"Spoken just like an arrogant Gryffindor Mr. Lupin," I spoke before my mind caught up with my tongue and I wanted to slap my hands over my mouth. What the hell did I just say, and did that tone really come out of my mouth?! But I gamely kept the wicked grin on my face, when he looked up his eyebrows slightly raised under the flop of his light brown hair. But he was grinning too, mischievously.

"Well, Ms. Westfall, if its true, then the arrogance is well deserved won't you say?"

I grinned back, relaxing and picked up a croissant, "But is it true? That is the question."

"I thought 'to be or not to be' was the question?" He returned.

My mouth parted in surprise, "You know Shakespeare?"

He shrugged, "I read. He is the most widely read."

"Blimey! That's the bee's knees! I don't know anyone here who has read any of Shakespeare's works, I mean maybe Lily might have but the topic never came up." I made a mental note to ask Lily.

Remus had picked up a pear and was taking neat little bites, "Shakespeare's works are there in the library you know?"

"Are they?" I asked polishing off my croissant and buttering and jamming up my toast, "I never bothered searching. There is no particular 'fictional' section in the library and Madam Pince scares me, she's always there whenever I pick up a book breathing down my neck and its so distracting that I just can't properly browse!" I exclaimed in frustration.

"I know what you mean, she can be a bit much sometimes and with friends like mine, you can't even imagine the scrutiny she puts me through," his annoyed face made me laugh, "I am serious!" he exclaimed in response to my laughter then immediately put his face in his hands, "Oh God, I can just imagine him coming here and saying 'No, you're Remus!'"

That made me laugh harder, in fact I was choking on my toast by this time, while he banged his head against the table.

"Please stop," I choked out, "You'll make me suffocate and lose all your brain cells too, if you keep that up."

He stopped at last and looked at me with a rueful smile, "I just realised how much head banging I do whenever the topic of my friends come up."

"That you do."

He smiled, and handed the still coughing me some pumpkin juice in a transfigured glass "Come on, eat up." He waited for me to finish the pumpkin juice, and then asked, "So, got any plans after this?"

I looked up at him from under my lashes, "Well, aside from writing that letter to Nici, no. Why?"

He started tapping his nails on the table, and studied his fingers, "I was thinking, you know," the pace of the tapping picked up, "that we could, kind of, I don't know, go to Hogsmeade?"

My face lit up but then scrunched in consternation, "But will we get permission?"

The tapping stopped, the small smile grew, "Oh we won't need permission."

A/N: Soooo? What do you think? Sirius is going to make an appearance soon ;)

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