Written In the Stars ⭒ Sirius Black

Chapter Twenty One: ABBA Can Fix Anything

Almost an entire month had passed since the Quidditch match, James was still in a mood and was not talking to anyone other than Emerald and Amethyst.

"This is ridiculous." Emerald said one day to Opal. "You two need to just talk already."

"You don't think I've tried, Em." she replied.

"This is worse than when you were nine and you morphed into him for a few hours." Amethyst said.

"That boy is more stubborn than Ammy." Emerald chuckled as her twin glared at her.

"I just don't get why he won't speak to me, it was just a kiss. It didn't mean anything." Opal said, lying slightly. It did mean a lot to her and she just wished James would be happy for her.

"He's your best friend. He just can't come to terms with the fact that you're almost an adult and that he's not going to be the only man in your life." Emerald said, rolling her eyes. "Also, he's also probably pissed that it's both his best friends."

"That doesn't mean he can't not speak to me." Opal sighed, the bell rang for lessons. "I've got transfiguration, see you both later."

"See ya." they said in unison.

Opal made her way through the middle courtyard to her lesson, she took her seat next to Peter, Remus was on the other side of her and unfortunately Sirius and James had to sit next to each other, much to both of their displeasures.

"Now examinations are arriving shortly, you have just over two weeks to prepare." Professor McGonagall said, pointing at the blackboard with her wand.

Opal started jotting down notes but missed the ink pot making it spill over her and Remus' parchment.

"Opal!" Remus said, holding his up trying to dry it off.

"It's not my fault!"

"Detention, Miss Wings, Mr Lupin." Professor McGonagall said, frowning at the two.

"I didn't do anything." Opal said, not wanting to raise her voice at her Professor.

"Do you want double?"

Opal didn't reply; she finished cleaning up the spilt ink and continued writing down notes. A few minutes later Peter's quill set on fire.

"What did you do?" she asked, watching as Peter tried to stop the fire.

"Nothing."

"Detention, Mr Pettigrew."

Peter rolled his eyes, changing his quill.

"It seems like she is in a real foul mood today." Opal said to Remus who returned her with a glare as his parchment was ruined.

"Potter! What the hell did you just do?" Sirius shouted loudly, standing up.

"I didn't do anything, Black!" James shouted back, he stood up next to him, both of their white shirts covered in black ink.

"Yes you did, you just-"

"Potter! Black! Detention!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, sitting down at her desk.

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That evening the five Marauders sat in the quiet classroom, Professor McGonagall sat at the desk marking homework, Opal sat behind Peter who was asleep on his arms, Sirius was messing around with a quill, Remus had transfigured a vase into a pillow and was resting on it, and James had his feet on the table not taking his eyes off the clock, none of them had been tasked with anything so they all sat in silence.