FOR ALL WE KNOW, regulus black

3. regulus black is late

Sadie takes it back. People in Slytherin are indeed evil – well, maybe Michelle Kang is an exception.

It turns out that being the sister of the guy who pulls pranks on your house all of the time doesn't exactly make you as popular as one may think.

That morning of September, as every other morning, no one in her House is willing to sit next to her for Transfiguration class. And she kind of understands, because if she was them, would she want to? Only if hell froze. Maybe not even then.

"Oi, you saved me a spot? Cheers!" Michelle smiles as she puts her stuff on the desk next to hers.

By now, Sadie is a hundred percent sure that Michelle is an actual angel sent from heaven. It's not like it isn't noticeable how she is avoided by everyone in their House, yet the brunette always tries to make her feel better about it.

"Yeah, it was just exactly that." Sadie rolls her eyes and scoots over to give her space.

"Oh c'mon Lupin! Don't mop around. They're just a little dumb," She replies putting her hands in fists and lightly knocking on her head, "And they don't know what they're losing by not talking to you!"

"Thanks Michelle, I honestly don't know how I could survive here without you."

"I know, I know, I'm perfect and all but McGonagall's gonna enter that door any minute now and I still haven't done half of this homework, so..."

Sadie nods and watches as the girl frantically starts writing on a piece of parchment.

Transfiguration is one of Sadie's favorite subjects. It always had been, since her first year at Beauxbatons. The bluette classrooms filled with sparks, her friends jokingly turning each other's assignments into something they weren't supposed to be, the laughter with her old professor; these last days she constantly feels homesick thinking about her old school: as much as she had missed her home country, she had also spent almost half of her life living in France.

"Goodmorning Class." Professor Mcgonagall struts entering the class, waving her wand, shutting the door behind her.

This is about how far Sadie got before starting to daydream, looking out the window: the sun is still shining as if it was a day in July, and all the girl can think about is running for miles and miles in that desolated garden. Tree's breaches are trying to reach the sky, and their leaves haven't started turning brown and yellow yet.

She wonders what Remus could possibly be doing right now, and she imagines him in the same position as her. She shakes her head. No, that wonk is probably actually paying attention to his lesson.

"Talked to Remus yet?" Michelle whispers, in an attempt to not be caught by their professor.

She must be reading my mind, Sadie thinks, Nah, she's not. Wouldn't that be dark magic?

"Not yet, like– I genuinely can't find him anywhere; and his friends are not being helpful," she complains, "Mary Macdonald looks at me like I'm gonna single-handedly make that one bald dark lord back to life or something."

Michelle snickers, then quickly covers her mouth. "It's not like you put in much effort, either. Still haven't left the room once to eat in the Great Hall, and I have already told you that he has asked me about you – twice." She looks at her with kind of disappointed eyes; you know, the one mothers give to their eight year old children when they come back from the park covered in mud and sweat. "Don't get me wrong, I love being your maid," She says, in the most sarcastic voice ever, "but I'm getting tired of bringing you meals everywhere."

"It's just– I'm scared of knowing what happened," Sadie puts her head on the desk, between her arms, "I'm scared that it is exactly what I think it is. I don't want a stupid House to ruin our relationship. Not when we worked so hard to keep in touch all these years."