Eunoia | Sirius Black

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Hogwarts, Scotland Highlands, 1977
December 19th, Crispy cold

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Sirius
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"You're trying out for Quidditch, right?"

"Padfoot?"

"Sirius?"

"Mate?"

"SIRIUS!"

I look up with an annoyed expression, "What?"

"I have been calling your name for fifteen minutes!" James crosses his arms around his chest. 

"You weren't even here fifteen minutes ago."

"Fine! Five seconds, but potato-potato." He rolls his eyes. "Now will you answer my question?"

"Yes, I will be trying out," I tell him absently. "When are the tryouts?"

"In ten minutes?"

My eyes widen, "What!?"

"Yeah, mate, I kind of forgot to tell you?" he grins sheepishly. "I had to run from the pitch to the dorms to call you. Now get dressed in the uniform and be there in five."

"But —"

"BYE, LOVE YOU!"

I sigh exaggeratedly and get up to change into my quidditch uniform when something crashing downstairs catches my attention. 

I frown and pad down the stairs in my neon green socks, twirling my rings around when I notice what the sound was. Or who. 

Elena and Remus are sitting on the armchair adjacent to the fireplace, she's on his lap and he has his arms around her, reading Hemingway. 

My heart does a funny thing and I feel nauseous, there are knots in my stomach and my breath is coming shorter. 

I turn around and clench my jaw, jogging back up to my dorm and getting changed as quickly as I can. 

I grab my beater's bat and descend the stairs, my heart beating way faster than normal when I finally reach the common room again. 

Remus is asleep with his head on Elena's shoulder and she's sweetly combing her hands through his hair. I have never felt more envious in my entire life. 

With every step I take, I have to keep consciously reminding myself that it's Moony and he's my friend, my best mate and I love him and would do anything for him.

But then Elena catches sight of me and I halt in my tracks. She smiles at me and her dimples are more emphasised than ever, and I suddenly have trouble breathing and the knowledge that I could do anything to be where Remus is right now, makes me taste bile. 

I smile back at her and do a silly wave and she soundlessly chuckles, blowing me a mock kiss, I pretend to catch it and she grins, nuzzling back into Remus and my smile steadily falls and before I do something stupid, I speed towards the portrait hole.

The journey to the quidditch field is me basically trying not to punch every guy I see. I shouldn't even be feeling this way, it's just unfair.