A Literal Scrapbook

by Claire Whitmore

A scrapbook is messy, it's full of everything, an essence of what was. It has the smiles, the sadness and the moments when you laugh for no good reason and just want to be with someone loved. This is the Marauder's scrapbook, literally. It's a big bundle of warm fuzzy blankets, cheap wine and the comic section of the paper on a rainy day, just in the form of drabbles. R/S and J/L

107. The Oracle

"Evans." Sirius nodded as he brushed past her. She was struggling to reach a thick and cloudy book about Charms.

"Black." Lily gritted through her teeth.

Sirius -deciding he'd have no greater joy than prodding and irritating the redhead- stayed beside her.

He whispered into her ear and brushed a curtain of her hair off her shoulder. "When are you going to tell James that you love him?"

Lily covered her laugh with a cough.

"At about the same time you realise that you're gay and start shagging Remus. It's never going to happen. Potter is a prick. The prickiest prick of all the pricks." Lily said hurriedly. "Even prickier than you."

"Oh come on! You're all for the needy type!" Sirius exclaimed, throwing his whole body to somehow exaggerate his point.

"Potter isn't needy. Pettigrew, I could believe that. But not Potter." She shook her head.

"Yeah he is. His arrogance screams 'Fix me, make me not a sociopath and make me a rational fifteen year old with a good bout of snogging.'." Sirius grinned; he secretly hoped that James wouldn't hear about this on the grapevine. "You're all for guys like that."

"What makes you say that?" Lily raised her brow suspiciously.

"Well," Sirius began again, floundering his arms about. "you're with Snape-"

"We're friends."

"Whatever. He'd beyond messed up, with his greasy face and antisocial behaviour."

"He's just studious."

"He's a freak. And then you did date that depressed guy a couple of months ago, then you kissed that guy with a broken arm last year. Then you helped that girl with one eye out in Potions. And you hugged Pettigrew after his grandmother died. Not even we did that. We took him to Hogsmeade instead." Sirius looked beyond smug, like a politician that had just been made Prime Minister overnight.

"I'm sympathetic. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Yeah, you're the Mother Theresa of Hogwarts, congrats." Sirius rolled his eyes. "The grand prize for fixing people is James. He's the corn of the crop or whatever the saying is."

"You're an idiot."

"Mark. My. Words. You'll try to fix James Potter!" Sirius looked a tad hunched as he pointed a shaking hand at Lily.

"Try to?"

"Yeah, he's too arrogant to be saved. He'll fix you instead." His body was quivering with laughter.

"You're an idiot."

"I'M AN ORACLE. A CLARYVOYANT. A FUTURE TELLER PERSON." He then muttered an incantation and he vanished in a thick haze of smoke.