Nox (The Marauders, Wolfstar, Jily)

14: brought u by actually planning this fic finally

She caught him after their Potions class, against the cold stone brick of the corridor leading back up from the dungeons. Discretion had been something she'd wish to regard highly at the start of this all, but after an hour of Professor Slughorn's monotonous drivel drilling slowly into her brain, Lily Evans had just about had enough with rationality and common sense.

Of course, however, she was still Lily Evans, fifth year Gryffindor prefect, and by far the Gryffindor prefect who took her duties the most seriously, so she definitely didn't come to anything outrageously daft by any measure. Still, there was little debate to be done around the fact that there were a plethora of better alternatives, of ways she should have approached this, and none of them were a minute after Potions class had finally ended, in the dimly lit, foul smelling dungeon corridors, amidst a crowd of thirty or so students.

In fact, she did share his surprise in regards to the nature of the situation, finding that she hadn't really done much at all in the way of thinking as she dragged Sirius Black away from his friends and down a corridor branching outwards towards the Slytherin common room. It wasn't a particularly pleasant corridor, or place to stand at all, but Lily had just about come to conclude that all in all, their current situation was just about anything but pleasant.

It had been bothering her really. An awful lot lately, and when something came to lodge itself firmly in Lily's brain, it did just that; it certainly did not linger half heartedly at the sidelines, watching her world go by for days, only to offer in an occasional comment or nagging reminder once in awhile. What was the case was that it stuck itself proudly at the forefront of her mind, like a great blazoned statue situated right behind her two eyes, but with a moving head and rather human lips, turning back every few minutes to utter a demanding remark, a persistent reminder of what it was she couldn't avoid.

When it came to smashing that statue to pieces, confronting it head on was her only option, and in her seat in the Potions classroom, in the quiet of dim, oddly damp room, the demanding reminders had been persistent, irreverent, even. It was the combined mess of the aforementioned that had really lead to Lily Evan's hand curled tightly in an iron grip around Sirius Black's awkwardly skinny wrist, and of course, the matter of dragging it, and in turn, Sirius himself, down the corridor and away from his friends.

"Uhh..." Sirius began, blinking up at Lily with narrow eyes, turned stormy grey in the low light. He was slow to process quite what was happening, and couldn't help himself but glance nervously back towards the crowd of students still gathered at the entrance to the classroom: hesitant to make any kind of move towards their next class, as Sirius was himself. Yet despite that hesitance, he found that his current situation was certainly not his preferred method of wasting time away. From the look in Lily's eyes however - beady and insistent - it didn't much look like it was up to him.

"I need to talk to you a minute." She explained, a deep sigh filling her chest from the bottom of her lungs, before rising up her throat and out into the cold air between them, almost at half the speed it should have, as if the silence between them had stretched itself out into seconds that seemed to span across minutes, and minutes that seemed to last hours.

"Oh." Sirius gave a nod, relaxing a little as Lily pulled her hand away from his wrist. He'd had a nervous preconception about this all, allowing his mind to delve off to take light to only the worst possibilities he could construct in the space of the past two minutes. "What about?" He continued, reaching a hand up to brush dark hair out of his face, his voice far more steady than his resolve.

Lily thought for a moment, finding that the words were far from inclined to spring to her with ease when the moment arose. She knew exactly what she wanted to talk to Sirius about, as it had been on her mind for days now, but it was just the matter of putting it into words, and the right ones, that had her stumped.