We walked in silence as we approached the large university. "Thanks for having my back," I whispered, keeping my arms over my chest,
"You've always had mine. Except for a few times."
I tried not to grin, shaking my head in disapproval.
We walked into the university rather calmly, up to the front desk.
"Hi, we're here to visit Nimah Bint and Connor Peterson," I said to the front desk lady who had large glasses hanging off the tip of her nose.
"Names?" She flicked through papers, taking a sip of her coffee mug which had room numbers on it.
"Lillian Cox and Sirius Black." Sirius cleared his throat.
"ID?"
I fumbled for my driver's license, handing it to the woman and Sirius turned to me, wide-eyed. I flicked my wand, forming a driver's license for him too. Quickly, he handed it to the woman who examined them carefully.
"Connor is room 421 in the boy's dormitory and Nimah is 294 in the girl's."
"Thank you."
We began walking toward the girl's dormitory,
"Well, I'll be dammed! Lillian!" It took me a moment to recognise the voice until I spun around to see Nimah Bint — one of my oldest friends from Ireland.
Nimah had long blonde hair with wide brown eyes — she was my grandmother's neighbour,
"Nimah!" I rushed up to her and wrapped my arms around her. Nimah returned the hold excitedly. "Not going to lie, thought you were dead." She chuckled,
I pulled away, my eyebrows raised, "What could possibly kill me?"
Nimah spotted Sirius, "It's my second favourite private school slag! Jesus, you've grown up!"
"Good to see you too, tosser." Sirius grinned at her.
"What's it been?! Ten years!?"
"Two." I corrected,
"Feels like ten!" She sighed, "Where's the other two?" She meant James and Regulus.
"Regulus couldn't make it." Sirius said, "He's stuck in London. But James and his wife are here."
"Wife?! Glasses got married?! But wasn't he and grumpy shagging?!" She gasped,
"They broke up."
"Blimey, I even had a threesome with them — I thought they were going to last."
"Well." Sirius cleared his throat, rather stunned, "Just don't go telling Lily that."
"Who?"
"His wife,"
Nimah nodded, "So, how have you two been?"
"I've been in France, studying abroad." I lied,
"James wanted to spend Christmas here," Sirius added.
"Well, no one in the gang has left." Nimah chuckled, "And I'm guessing you want to know where the party is tonight."
"You know me too well."
"It's at Rory's." Nimah yawned, "Which is your old place."
"The bastard really moved in?"
"He'd been living with your Nan for years," she waved.
"Yes, I know." I sighed, "Well, I'll see you tonight."
"Dress cute." She grabbed my ass and squeezed it before blowing Sirius a kiss.
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Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black
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