Denial is First Step to Acceptance

24. The Seer

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Some rumour was spreading,  that infamous womanising (well. There always has to be a pervert in the book right?) Sirius Black, was settling down for a Potter. I sighed tiredly when I heard people gossiping.

There was, of course, more downsides. For one, the Sirius Fan Club made me Undesirable #1. Two, Professor Slughorn stopped me after class and lectured me about male hormones. Three, People kept asking if we’ve done... it.

“No! I haven’t had it with Sirius Black!” I practically shouted to a 6th year girl who was asking the question I had just heard 5 times. This Morning. And I’ve been awake for 2 hours.

“Aww, is gorgeous missing me?” a voice cooed in my ear, something heavy on my shoulder and arms wrapping round my waist.

I turned around and looked at Sirius, our faces inches apart, because of Sirius's arms. “Of course I am.”

“Nothing? That’s it?” Sirius whined.

“Yes Siri, that’s it.” I rolled my eyes. Maybe Sluggy was right. “What? Did you want to go snog in the broom closet then?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “if you say so!” he said happily.

“I was kidding! We need to go to class!” and I dragged him to potions. Sirius sighed. “Sirius! Let’s go!”

When we arrived at Potions, mind you, we were seriously late, everyone had already started their potion.

“Remember what I said Ms Potter. They can get rough.” Slughorn said, giving me a knowing look.

Sirius stared. “What’s he talking about?” he whispered to me.

“Male hormones.” I replied simply, to which Sirius coughed.

“Now, if you would, please, take a seat, and start making Felix Fecilis. Those who make it correctly may keep a small vial sample of it.” Slughorn notified. We nodded and searched for empty seats.

There was one seat beside Igor Macmillian, a Hufflepuff 6th year, and another seat right infront, next to Avery, 6th year Slytherin, but he was actually seventeen. So few students could do potions, so they had put Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Slytherin together.

“I’ll go next to Avery.” Sirius muttered, after thinking hard about which one he should leave with me.

“Good luck.” I whispered back, and walked to Igor. “Hi, Robin Potter.” And sat down.

“I-igor. Igor Macmillian.” He said shyly.

Igor blushed when Sirius got closer, pointing two fingers to his eyes, then to Igor, then back, before sitting down, to which I, being somewhat ignorant today, didn’t notice.

“Welcome Blood-traitor.” Avery said, when he noticed Sirius.

“Morning, Idiot.” Sirius muttered angrily, before picking up a fillyweed and diced it and chucked it into the wrong coloured mixture.

“Hey! What are you doing?! We’re supposed to stir it--” Avery said angrily, but shut his mouth quickly when he realised it had turned the finished golden colour. “Damnit.”

Sirius smirked. “No wonder why you’re in this class.” He said.

“Why you--” Avery growled, but Sirius interrupted.