Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you cryin’?
Oh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you cryin’?
Feelin’ all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin’
Oh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you cryin’?
I want you to want me
I need you to need me
I’d love you to love me
I’m beggin’ you to beg me
Wednesday 22nd February 1978
It was a thoroughly miserable weekend. Neither of them was willing to give ground—Remus remained surly, eyeing Sirius warily anytime he opened his mouth, like he was expecting an attack. Sirius was just as frustrated, fed up with Remus’s infuriating insistence on pretending that everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.
Even the Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw match on Sunday wasn’t enough to cheer him up—not with Remus just a few seats down, tense and silent, only opening his mouth to cheer or boo with the rest of their friends.
At least the game was going well—it turned out that Prongs hadn’t had anything to worry about when it came to Ravenclaw’s new keeper. No one was a match for James Potter on a broomstick.
“Aaaand that’s another ten points to Gryffindor!” Came the commentator’s voice through the megaphone, “An overwhelming sixty points now scored by team captain James Potter, no surprises there – fans are starting to wonder what will become of the mighty lions next year when they don’t have their golden boy to depend on—oof, mind that bludger, Simms! …nicely done! Thought I must say, I’d have veered left, but I suppose not everybody is chosen for their dexterity, sometimes it’s just about giving everyone a chance, regardless of ability…”
“Who let Lockhart do the commentary?” Sirius scowled, “Stupid prat doesn’t even know anything about quidditch.”
“He told me he was lined up to play for Puddlemere,” Peter said, “And the only reason he never played for Ravenclaw was that his coach said he shouldn’t squander his gift in school games.”
“You’re so gullible, Pete,” Remus shook his head, “I know more about quidditch than that twat.”
“Yeah, and Moony knows about as much about quidditch as you know about judging character,” Sirius sniped, with perhaps a bit more venom than was necessary. Remus frowned.
“Well, Padfoot,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “If you want to do it so much, go and ask McGonagall. I think you’d be perfect for the job.”
“You—what?” Sirius stared at him. He hadn’t been expecting a compliment.
“Oh yeah, you’re the only person in this school who chats more shit than Lockhart does.”
There it was. Mary and Lily both found Remus’s comment highly amusing, bursting into a fit of high-pitched giggles. Sirius did not.
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All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )
ФанфикAll the Young Dudes by mskingbean89 written from Sirius' POV, All credits for this story goes to rollercoasterwords on ao3. *THIS IS NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK. *THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY IS ROLLERCOASTERWORDS ON AO3.
