"Gold are your fingers, leaving traces everywhere you go." - Saint Mesa
-// PART THREE - FIFTH YEAR \\-
IN WHICH PLATONIC BECOMES NOT-SO-PLATONIC
OR
THE ONE WHERE EVERYTHING CHANGED
BOOK 2
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// SONG: Wolves, One Direction \\
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17th of December, Friday, 1976
Andrea tried, and failed, to keep her laughter in when she walked into the boy's dorm.
Sirius lifted his head off his mattress with a hard glare. "If you've come to laugh at the failure of mankind, I must request no flash photography. Dog eyes are very sensitive to flash," he moaned, dropping onto the mattress again.
"What the hell are you wearing?!" Andrea continued laughing, walking over to him.
Sirius had on red, fluffy slippers with googly eyes, an oversized knitted jumper she knew belonged to Remus and very baggy grey sweatpants. But the worst of all, it looked like he hadn't done his hair that morning.
"You don't like it?" he snarked sarcastically. "I call it my 'I-have-no-future-so-what's-the-point?' look."
"Calm down Sirius, you got one Exceeded Expectations. You'll live," Andrea retorted, kicking his slipper-clad foot.
Sirius had been moaning about his Exceeding Expectations in Divination ever since their OWLs came back that summer and Andrea wanted to smack him.
She had worked much harder than him on her schoolwork last year, and yet she barely managed to pass most of her classes. The only Outstanding's she had gotten had been Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts.
She was just happy she hadn't gotten Troll on her Potions. And she had no plans on continuing that particular lesson this year.
Andrea hopped onto the bed next to him, making his back bounce against the mattress.
"Urgh. Get your diseased rear off my bed," he complained, shoving her legs half-heartedly away from him. "Diseased?!" she scoffed, "I'm not diseased."
Sirius rolled his head to the side and gave her a bored look. "Go to the library and look up 'Black-plague'," he responded, turning away from her again.
Andrea suppressed her smirk as she looked at his side profile. "Why would I look up your family tree in the library?" she retorted.
Sirius smiled without turning towards her. After a few more beats of complete silence, he let out a short chuckle. "Touché."
"Why are you being a Debbie Downer, anyways?" she asked, poking him in the ribs with her finger. "I want to talk but I have no one I can tell it to."
Andrea frowned at his side profile, seeing as he refused to turn his head again. "And what am I, invisible?"
Considering that for a second, he sat up in the bed, crossing his legs under him and facing her. Andrea ignored the ridiculous sight of his slippers and gave him a patient look.
