Black

XLII // Written in the Stars

Monday

14 April, 1978

The Great Hall

All everyone can talk about was how much fun the party was last night.

Like okay, apparently Flitwick showed up at one point and did the funky chicken with James, and Remus and Peter somehow managed to pull off an impressively complicated choreographed dance to David Bowie.

Alice charmed his birthday cake so that it was unbeholden to gravity, and apparently it took Peter eight minutes of parkouring around the tower before he was able to stab it with his fork and eat any of it. James insisted he had discovered a new constellation, but when everyone looked through the telescope he had charmed the stars to spell out Wormtail.

Fine. I guess that sounds fun.

I'm not really sure I believe the whole Flitwick thing, though. I just can't imagine that he'd come to a party that I was unable to attend.

Also, clearly no one took my party planning in stride, because all of these additions were certainly not planned by me. Did Remus plan them? He must have. I can't believe he would overrule all my party planning ideas! Sure, I didn't want to do it in the first place and also wasn't putting in so much effort, but it's still rather rude isn't it.

Speaking of rude, because Filch is evil incarnate, I had to spent two hours cleaning the drains in the Prefects bathroom, whilst Black was thrown into a storage room where he had to sort quills by feather type and ink stain shape. Imagine being able to sort quills whilst I am forced to sort wads of drain hair.

Despite all that, it was decidedly less fun to hear about all of the fun party things at 3am when the girls arrived back into my dorm room, giggling and whispering about all the fun and delightful things they had gotten up to that evening. As if I had not been involved in the party planning and unable to attend said party.

I think Filch had a sixth sense that Black and I would have detoxed from our catastrophic evening by immediately going to join the (illegal) party festivities, so he escorted us back to the Gryffindor Common Room and gave strict instructions to the Fat Lady not to let us out until morning!

The audacity of it all!

It was just Black and I, in the Common Room, alone. No one in either of our dormitories either.

No one to hang out with at all.

Merlin's infected earholes, I'm stupid.

I can't believe I went straight to bed. To think, to think, I could have been, well. To think there was an opportunity for Black and I to-

Just say it, Evelyn. You're a grown woman.

You're just writing it, not even saying it.

Perhaps a better way of wording it is we could have engaged in a fit of passion, perhaps?

That's stupid.

Whatever.

You know what I'm talking about.

Could have done it.

We haven't yet, obviously. Otherwise you would have heard about it.

It's not like I haven't thought about it, but it is all rather a bit daunting. We have done some other things (not that you'll hear about them from me), but it's rather a lot easier to put hands places in a hidden corridor than it is to put other appendages.

Let's not forget all the other reasons, which-

Oh.

Oh.