Queen Potter { A James Potter love story,}

IX. Sirius

Moony was lying in his bed, ill and groaning.
" Some people would think we've just slaughtered you, Moony!" James laughed, jokingly.
" Shut up, seriously James," Remus growled.
We heard footsteps climbing furiously up the stairs. Two, infact.
" I swear to god, Marcus, if you don't leave me alone, I'm going to walk into this dorm, and cause a hell load of trouble," Evangeline shouted.
" Don't swear to god, he'll swear back," Marcus said.
" I see you've stolen my comeback, now, bugger off, or I WILL go in there,"
" No need to come in, because I'm coming out," I spoke loudly, exiting the dorm.
" Thank Merlin above, Sirius!" Evangeline sighed, walking over to me.
" So, what's going on here," James asked, peering out the door,
" This one of a kind idiot stalker, is following me everywhere, giving me reasons why I should go to hogsmeade with him,"  my sister explained, looking cross.
" Well then, to put it nicely, bugger off," James demanded.

" Why should I?" Marcus asked, being cocky.
" If you don't, I'll curse you into oblivion," Evangeline said stoutly.
" Remember, little runts like you can't touch me,"
With a simple wave, Marcus hit the wall and fell down the stairs.
" I DON'T NEED TO TOUCH YOU! IM A WITCH, AND THERES SUCH THING CALLED MAGIC, YOU THICKIT!" She called after him.
" Neat," James smiled, hugging her.
"I have limits, toerag," she warned him, pulling away.
" Sorr-y!" James huffed.
" Anyway, how's Remus?" she asked.
" Whaddya mean?" I asked, scratching my head.
" You KNOW what I mean," she replied, " about his furry little problem,"
" Oh that! Yeah, well, he's okay," Peter squeaked, somewhere from behind us.
" Still, I didn't get an answer to my question, can I help or what," she said, quickly changing the subject.
" NO!" We all shouted." Oh come ooooon," she moaned, pouting.
" Too dangerous," Remus croaked, " You could get bitten- or worse!"
" That's why I change," she said, as if it were obvious.
" Please, just stay here," I begged, looking her in the eyes.
" Why don't you TRUST me?" she snapped, looking away." It's not that we don't trust you, it's just because-," James said, but he couldn't even finish.
"Because I'm a girl? Because I'm small? Why?" she asked, not in a friendly way.
" You don't get it, do you?" I snapped.
" You're right, I don't. And I guess I never will, the way you're going on," she retorted, flipping her hair before running down the stairs.
" Well done, Padfoot," grumbled Peter.

" It's not MY fault she's persistent on dying," I retorted.

" Yeah, okay." James replied, sarcastically.
" Shut your gob," I muttered, before walking back into the dorm.
Sometimes, I swear, my sister has a death wish...