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Sorry this chapter is so late guys...I've been lacking inspiration.
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After a while, I wasn’t really listening to much of the conversation. I let myself fall into a daze, hearing the voices of Angie and Remus, James, and occasionally Peter in the background, but not really focusing on them. My thoughts went from Quidditch, to sleep, to food, back to sleep, and then…to the peaceful girl with the angel’s face sitting across from me. I spent awhile studying her sleeping face, finding myself wondering about her life. What made her so short tempered? There was something else about her too that I couldn’t quite come up with the word to describe. Was she…guarded, maybe? She clearly didn’t like speaking aloud. Not that I’d let on that I’d notice something like that of course. Sirius Black isn’t an emotional sap that’ll see right through you and try to talk to you, or help you through your every trouble. No, Sirius Black is the most wanted boy in all of Hogwarts, despite the vast number of hearts he’s broken. Sirius Black is a myth, a legend, an icon. He did not go around picking up the pieces of the broken new girl. But maybe – just maybe – he could make an exception this time.
I stared forlornly out the window for a while, knowing this could ruin my reputation. Girls wanted the bad boy. Not the caring gentleman. There’s probably not a damn thing wrong anyway, I told myself. Everything’s going to turn out to be peachy and you’ll just look like a fool for being so worried about it. Why are you so worried anyway? She’s just another girl that you’ll probably snog and leave once you move on a few weeks later. Nothing special. Nothing to get too concerned over.
I repeated the words in my head. She’s just another girl. Just another girl, just another girl, just another girl. Nothing special. The more I thought about it, the less it seemed that way. I won’t start telling you that she’s different, and I’m not about to say ‘there’s just something about her’, because there really isn’t. She is undoubtedly a normal girl. Or what quite seemed to be one on the outside, to someone who wasn’t really looking. Why I was looking, I don’t have the slightest idea. But I knew she was going to turn out to be something special, and a little more than ordinary. To me, at least.
James caught my eye. He was looking at me strangely, and I realized I’d been staring at Lainey. He raised an eyebrow, demanding an explanation. I shook my head. Later, I mouthed. He sighed, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms over his chest. I knew James, though, and he was patient. Merlin knows he’s been waiting for Lily for years! He wouldn’t ask again. For a while at least.
“How about you, Sirius? Sirius?” Angeline’s voice disturbed my thoughts.
“Hm?” I looked up at her, going for a quizzical-yet-seductive type face.
She most definitely noticed, but didn’t seem at all impressed like I’d hoped. “Don’t you make eyes at me, Sirius Black.” She scoffed. “I just met you this morning; it’s so impolite.
I blushed, but persisted. “Sorry, love.” I responded easily, smirking. “It’s more difficult than you know to refrain from “making eyes” at such a pretty face.”
It was her turn to blush, even if it was more of a bright red anger than a light pink embarrassment. “You’re just a little bastard, aren’t you?” She spat. “Start treating me like a lady rather than an…object, and I’ll treat you like a man rather than a dog. Sound fair?”
We Marauders all laughed a “we know something you don’t know” type of laugh at this, leaving her with a puzzled look on her face and a closed mouth. I don’t think she remembered that I hadn’t answered her question. I honestly still didn’t even know what it was.
Some time later, we arrived at the only true home I still had – Hogwarts. Getting off the train, I watched the first years walk towards Hagrid in a daze. I smiled, knowing how overwhelmed they must be. The beauty and impossibility was a lot to take in.
Angeline had gently woken Avelaine. There’d been a bit of commotion when she woke up. She’d begun to cry and none of us could understand why. She seemed to get over what had been bothering her as quickly as she’d become upset, however, and strode quickly off the train ahead of all of us, brushing at her watery eyes with her fingertips.
I hung back with James, and allowed Angie, Lainey, Pete, and Remus to walk ahead of us. I knew what he was going to ask. I also knew the answer, and that I didn’t want to give it.
“She’s the new toy, eh?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied smoothly, refusing to look at him.
James sighed. “Sirius Black. I’ve been your best mate since day one. I think I can tell when you’ve got your eye on a girl, and you’ve got your eye on Lainey,” he gestured towards her with his head.
It was my turn to sigh. “You’re quite sure of this, are you? You’re positive I’ve really got my eye on her?”
He grinned. “Without a doubt.”
“Well, you’d be right then, wouldn’t you?” I muttered.
“I knew it!” he cheered, and awfully loudly at that, earning him a punch in the arm from me.
“Tell the whole lot of em, why don’t you.” I growled at him, gesturing to the other students around us and blushing tangibly.
“Sorry, Padfoot, mate.” He said, laughing and clapping me on the back, “I’ll be hoping she’s in Gryffindor then, for your sake.”
I grinned at him. I could always count on him to come through for me, turning something serious and awkward into something funny and light.
I hoped she was in Gryffindor too. I wanted to see more of her. I wanted to find out everything about her, to know her, to see her every day. She was like a puzzle I had to solve, and that’s probably the deepest thing I’ve ever thought about someone. A girl, no less!
Later on that night, the Marauders and I were just sitting in the common room, being badass as usual and completely ignoring the advice the teachers had given (to get to bed straight after the feast – not a chance!). We were completely silent, however – unusual, for us. We were always planning a prank, or joking with one another, or just being the rowdy troublemakers that we prided ourselves on being. But we’d been there when McGonagall had spoken with the twins about sitting with us at the feast (“Just temporarily, of course,”) and having their own private sorting ceremony afterwards. That’s where they were now, and I knew that if I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities, my best mates probably couldn’t either.
If they were sorted into Gryffindor with us, I knew we’d probably become their first friends here at Hogwarts, and maybe their only friends for a while. Did I want that? Maybe, but I didn’t want any snobby girls holding us back from pranking. One Evans was enough, thank you, and I got the feeling that Angeline would be just like her. And if Angie was like her, Avelaine would follow. She was – without a doubt – the quieter, more submissive twin.
But then again, if they weren’t sorted into Gryffindor, I wouldn’t get to know Lainey like I wanted to. And, Merlin, I really did want to. Pure curiosity was getting the best of me…the girl might as well have had the word “fragile” painted onto her forehead in bright red letters. Hell, she didn’t flirt with me! Barely even looked at me! That alone should be a cause of worry, if you ask me.
Suddenly, someone bolted through the portrait hole. I jumped up in alarm, having been wrenched from my thoughts, and my mates all looked up, startled. The crying girl aimed right for the staircase up to the girls’ dormitories, and I was shocked to realize it was Avelaine. As she disappeared up the staircase, it upset me to know that I wouldn’t be able to follow her…and not so I could shag her.
At first I couldn’t understand why she’d been so upset. She’d been put into our house! She should be elated that she already knew someone, not in tears. But eventually I put two and two together, and there could be only one reason why Lainey was so upset.
Angie wasn’t behind her.
Definitely not my best chapter...I'm terrible at writing as a guy. :/ Feedback is, as always, apprieciated. :)