Saturday, October 25, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 5 - 'ALWAYS REMEMBER WHAT YOU CAN'T FORGET'
CHAPTER 5
Liz was sitting in the library late Wednesday evening with her nose buried in a book. It was only the third day of school and they were already swamped with homework. She looked at her half finished transfiguration essay blankly, wondering if she’d make it through the year. Professor Roshwick had assigned them two feet of parchment on conjuring inanimate objects. She glanced at a table on the other side of the room to see Lynn and Andrew studying together. Grinning, she tried to get back to work. No such luck.
“Hi.” Sirius sat down beside her. “Transfiguration?”
“Yes.” she said, pushing her essay away from him. “Do you get what were supposed to be writing about?”
“No idea.” She grinned at him. A look of mischief flashed in his deep grey eyes.
“Why do you always do your homework the first day it’s assigned?” he asked.
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“It’ll be just as annoying this weekend as it is now.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Red.”
“Do you enjoy aggravating me?”
“You’ve got to have some fun with life.”
“And driving me mad is fun?”
“Is it not?” He laughed.
“So, do you want to pool our collectively vast knowledge and see if we can get this done?”
“Sure.” she replied, smiling at his use of words. He was so cute when he did that. Wait, did she just think something Sirius did was cute?
An hour later, they triumphantly put away their essays and began their equally long and grueling potions essay. Liz was so bored with writing, even though Sirius made the process considerably more enjoyable.
“Do you remember that one time I turned myself purple when we were trying to make a shrinking solution?” Sirius asked her.
“Oh, I’ll never forget that.” She laughed.
“Urgh, I hate potions!”
“So how’s the quiddich?” she asked, desperate for a change of topic.
“I thought you hated quiddich?”
“I do, but you like it and I thought I should show a little interest.” she said, looking into his warm eyes. He smiled his gorgeous smile.
“I’m surprised you aren’t out there playing. The sun was out today and everything.” Liz pointed out.
“Those who are happy when the sun shines...”
“...have never danced in the rain.” Liz finished for him. He looked at her, all trace of a joke disappeared from his eyes.
“You have to be the strangest girl I’ve ever met.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She blushed crimson. His hand drifted to her cheek, gently stroking the soft skin. They were very close. His mind was racing, her’s totally blank.
That’s when Sirius did something completely foolish, completely mindless, and completely right. He leaned in and kissed her.
She stiffened at first, not really sure what was happening. But then, as though being driven by another force, she melted. She could feel his soft lips on hers, his hand settling on the nape of her neck, sending shock waves through her. She didn’t know why she was letting this happen, only that it seemed to fit so well she couldn’t protest.
And then he pulled away as though he had been burned. Shaking his head wildly, he muttered “Oh no, oh no.” and ran out of the library at top speed.
Liz stared at the spot where he disappeared for a moment before she promptly burst into tears. She had only been friends with Sirius for about a month, but he already had this hold on her that she couldn’t explain. And she didn’t think she could bear to loose him now.
“Erm, Potter?” She looked up to see grey eyes peering into hers. But they were nothing like Sirius’s, however. They held none of his warmth, his depth, his glint of humor. They were slanted, cold and detached. She slowly took in the blonde hair and pale face of Abraxas Malfoy.
“What, did you come over here to gloat?” she snapped. He was the last person she wanted a conversation with right now.
“No!” he said, slightly offended. “It’s just, well, you’re crying.”
“No, I hadn’t noticed.”
“There’s no need to bite my head off, I just wanted to see if you were alright.”
She was so shocked she stopped crying. She’d heard so much about the Malfoys that it was hard for her to understand why he would be concerned for her.
“Why do you care?” she asked cooly.
“Why shouldn’t I. You’ve never done anything to
“You’re a Malfoy, I’m a Potter.” she said as though this settled the matter.
“Oh, come now,
“Well maybe you thought wrong.”
“Did you ever consider that you were the one that is wrong.”
“No.”
He actually laughed. “Ah, yes, you are most definitely a Potter.”
“Exactly. Will you be going now.”
“I really don’t think so.”
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!” she screamed, standing up and earning herself a reproving look from Madam Pince.
“I only have one?” he asked innocently. She was reminded horribly of Sirius.
“Sarcasm will get you nowhere.”
“It got you to stop screaming.”
“Oh would you stop it!” She was really starting to get annoyed. “I can’t think straight with you twisting my words around.”
He sat there smirking at her.
“Don’t look at me like that.” she snapped.
“Like what?”
“You know very well like what. Why are you here again?”
“I wanted to see if you were okay.”
“And why exactly do you care?”
“Because it’s common human courtesy to ask a girl what’s wrong when she’s crying in public.” he replied smartly.
“Your human?” Liz asked with her best straight face. He was not amused.
“I thought you would be better than that.”
“Better than what?”
“Letting petty family differences get in the way of your life. Yes, our fathers hated each other at school, they probably still do, but we’re not our fathers.”
There was too much truth in this to argue. She looked straight at him, as though trying to read his mind. “You were actually concerned?”
“Yes, I was.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s quite alright,
“Well, you are a Slytherin.” she pointed out.
“I’m up for a little inter-house unity if you are.” He winked. She giggled.
“Now, you never answered my question. Why were you crying?”
Her lip trembled again as Sirius’s face swam in front of her. “Oh, it was silly.”
“The tears in your eyes say otherwise.” he said gently.
“Why do guys have to be so stupid?”
He chuckled. “Don’t tell me. Lupin?”
She was astounded. “How did you know?”
“Oh, erm, well...couldn’t help but notice...quite perceptive...”
“Forget it.” Liz said quickly, suddenly unsure whether or not she wanted to hear the rest of his sentence.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She shook her head. “Not really.”
He looked relieved. She raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m just not good at emotions.” he said, blushing. “Or girls.”
Liz smiled. She needed a challenge. “Got your eye on anyone in particular?” she asked innocently. He blushed harder than Liz thought was possible.
“Well...um...”
She laughed. “Don’t worry, well have that mystery lady fawning over you by the end of the year. Until then, I hear your good at potions. What do you think of the ethical use of Felix Felicis?”
Sirius Lupin watched two people tackling a potions essay behind a shelf of books. One’s shiny black hair belonged to a girl he had recently found himself infatuated with, the other’s cropped blonde head was that of a person he never had a proper conversation with, but suddenly loathed.
He sighed. Why had he pulled away? And why was she studying with Malfoy? This just wasn’t turning out to be one of his better days. He silently made his way to the door, dropping a bouquet of beautiful red roses on the dusty floor as he went.
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Daniella sat in one of the cushy armchairs by the fire in the Slytherin common room, writing a letter to her parents. Her first couple of days at Hogwarts had been a whirlwind, but she was having the time of her life. She didn’t mind being in Slytherin. She had been nervous at first, of course. And she had attracted a number of funny looks from the student body in general on the first day of term. But all that was behind her now. They had accepted her as just another first year.
She looked down at her half completed letter, at a loss of what to say. Harry had told them that she was sorted into Slytherin, and they had promptly sent word that they were very proud of her no matter what. But she was still having an internal battle over whether or not to tell them how happy she really was.
The wall slid open behind her, and she turned to see who had entered. Two girls, Daniella’s newfound friends, hurried over to her. They both shared her dormitory, and were the first people to accept her as a member of their house.
Felicity Baddock looked quite a bit like Daniella, with long blonde hair and grey-green eyes. She was very outgoing, and quite loud for a first year. She had three younger brothers and was fairly rich, but still down to earth.
Contessa Nott was the plainest of the three, with mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was quieter, but by no means shy. Being an home schooled child living with a single mother, she had never had any real friends before she came to Hogwarts. Her elderly father died a few years after the second war, although he unfortunately was imprisoned for Death Eater activity at the time. She had a grown half-brother named Theodore, who was Uncle Harry’s age.
“Hey Dani, what are you doing?” Contessa asked, both of them taking a seat on either side of her.
“Trying to write a letter. It’s getting bloody boring though.” They laughed.
“Now ladies, we’ve been positively well behaved up until now. It’s disgusting. We need at least one late night excursion in out first week of school.” Felicity assessed, as though ordering troops into battle.
“Want to go steal some food from the kitchen?” Daniella asked, stowing the letter in her bag. “My brother told me were the secret entrance is.”
“Now your talking.” Felicity grinned.
‘Nope.’ Daniella thought as they disillusioned themselves as a disguise. ‘This year won’t be bad at all.’
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