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The weekend had passed and once again another week of school was about to end. James had arranged a practice the evening before as the upcoming Saturday meant the first Quidditch Match.
Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
The two houses were always at loggerheads, never getting along. For most of the people. Fiona always found the feud between the two houses childish, but what could she do?
Now she was in Charms, her last class of the day. Sirius was beside her, looking bored around the classroom. After that awkward encounter, the two had been acting slightly strange around one another, Sirius more than Fiona.
Fiona went to dip her quill in the ink bottle but her hand brushed against another slightly colder one, making her look up to see Sirius returning to face the front again. Fiona glanced at Professor Flitwick who was busy lecturing the class, before looking back.
"OK, why are you being so strange?"
Sirius froze as if a deer caught in headlights.
"What do you mean? I haven't been-"
"Yes you have!" Fiona sharply whispered back. "Is it because of what happened the other day?"
"Maybe-"
"That's rich coming from you, shouldn't be anything new for you."
Sirius' face turned stony.
"What are you trying to say?"
Fiona released a breath in annoyance, "I think you know what I mean." She said, referring to the fact that Sirius happened to be a player.
Something flashed through the young Black's face and he turned towards the front, his jaw clenched.
Fiona shook her head before she resumed writing her notes.
***
After a quick dinner, Fiona thought to go see Remus as he had once again become ill, and hadn't attended any classes all day. Fiona pushed open the doors to the Hospital Wing and stepped in, knowing Remus would be there. Her eyes immediately jumped to the bed in the far corner, the curtains drawn around it. Fiona knew from her previous visits that this bed was the one Remus was mostly laid into. She went over, gently drew back the curtains, peeking in before stepping inside and taking a seat in the chair.
Remus had his eyes shut, the pain he was enduring visible upon his face.
"Hey, Fi." He croaked out.
Fiona gently smiled, "How do you do that?" She asked, referring to how he had recognized it was her without actually looking.
"Do what?" Remus snapped sharply, making the latter slightly flinch before cringing. "Sorry."
"It's alright." Fiona paused and with a sigh like any other time asked him, "Would you mind telling me what's happening? You look like you're on lady's week." She finished with a tiny grin, earning a pointed look from Remus.
