Unkept secrets >>Wolfstar (UNFINISHED)

the boy in the picture

Saturday,
September 11th

Days had past since their return to Hogwarts and Sirius had grown increasingly frustrated by seeing his friends strut around with their girlfriends while people watched him with pity from the sidelines. It was true that there were many girls willing to go on a date with him, but there were very few who would actually enjoy his company.

On a sunny afternoon while Sirius lay in his bed wearing only his boxers whilst his friends frolicked in the lake, he began to run through the list of possible candidates. The issue was, Sirius didn't know very many girls, and the ones he did know were already in relationships.

He wasn't looking to be someone's second pick.

"Marlene is gay and in a relationship, Dorcas is with her on that one... Lily's dating James," he spoke aloud to himself, peeling apart a clementine and getting his fingers covered in the citrusy juice.

Sirius felt hopeless, knowing for sure that most of the girls that held an interest in him were all sorts of crazy. Perhaps, he thought, maybe he should be pursuing the girl, not the other way around, so he can make sure they aren't totally mad.

Suddenly, the brilliant idea dawned on him.

He tucked his wild hair behind his ears and abandoned the mauled clementine on the edge of his nightside table. From what he remembered, Peter held a stack of yearbooks under his bed and hopefully it would help him discover the perfect match.

Sirius slid out of his messy bed and peeked through the window overlooking the Black Lake. Though he couldn't make out any faces, he could tell by the build of the three boys swimming with the group of students, that his roommates were still outside.

He crept towards Peter's bed and knelt down to peek under. Peter's clothes were scattered about under the bed making it merely impossible for Sirius to find the bloody books.

Carefully, he reached his arm through the mass articles of clothing and began to grope around for anything that felt remotely book shaped. He felt mortified reaching under Peters bed, but it was something that had to be done.

Finally he had grabbed ahold of a thin hardcover book, trying with all his might to pull it through the threshold. After successfully securing the yearbook, he skittered back to his bed.

The book was an collection of photos from their fifth year, the year before he had arrived. Initially, he hoped for last years yearbook, but he was not willing to dig anymore under Peter's bed.

Sirius grabbed his un-eaten clementine from his nightstand and flipped the first page of the book. The first few pages were of past graduates, so Sirius skipped through until he found the fifth years.

He spotted James instantly, a terrible haircut and an even wackier smile below. In his photo he winked at the camera before the picture went on repeat, there was no mistaking him.

Sirius peeled a slice of his clementine and almost melted at the taste, he had forgotten how delicious fruit was on a hot sunny day.

His eyes grazed over everyones photos until they finally landed on Remus'. There was something beautiful in the way that he grinned, like he had never experienced the overwhelming anxieties that accompanied their schoolwork.

He lacked the scar that made him who he was and all the more mysterious, the boy in the photo had no identifiable features that connected him to Remus. They were more like distant cousins rather than the same person.

His eyes shone golden as they had the year before and his hair was so curly and blonde that it almost looked like Marlenes. Remus was unrecognizable.

Though, his smile did remain the same, it was the smile he used when teachers congratulated him on his intelligence or when Katherine said something to make him laugh. Sirius wondered what he and the photographer had talked about, or whether they had spoken to eachother at all.