intrigue ' sirius [editing]

iii. friends

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↳ demetria jones

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After changing into her Slytherin robes, Millie felt much more comfortable and relaxed. She hoped to find her best friend before the sorting, since everyone was supposed to sit with their houses during dinner and this would be the only time to catch up.

Millie noticed her friend very quickly after a brief scan of the Ravenclaw table. "Demetria!"

"Mildred Yoon! Ah!" Demetria stood up, leaving her fellow Ravenclaws in the dust as she scrambled over to her best friend. As much as Millie was a Slytherin, Demetria was a Ravenclaw. She lived for learning. She was the most level-headed person Millie knew. A lover of gossip, she somehow managed to get the truth out of anybody, despite their house or belief. "Guess who hooked up with a seventh year in the empty fourth floor corridor?"

"Already? Who?" Millie asked, her eyebrows rising. Her large earrings rang loudly as she moved her head this way and that, hoping to figure out the culprit before Demetria told her.

Demetria pointed her ringed figure at the Hufflepuff table. "Martin Thames."

Mildred applauded him sardonically. "Wow. First day, too."

"Yeah, but I heard that it was part of a bet with a Gryffindor. Don't spread that around, since I haven't got enough sources yet."

"Noted," Millie said seriously. "Let's meet tomorrow morning over breakfast to catch up on our summer."

Demetria nodded confidently, "I hope Benji sits with us."

"Are you going to finally ask him out this year?" Millie asked, finding it cute that her friend was confident in every aspect save her brother. Demetria had been crushing on Benji since the first year, when he defended her against a few bullies. Still, she had yet to bring up her feelings to Benji himself, in fear of being rejected. Millie wasn't sure herself if Benji liked Demetria back, so she had made it her personal mission to figure out if he did. Unfortunately, Benji would make a blade of grass feel loved if you left him in an empty field long enough. Millie wasn't sure her brother had ever crushed on anyone. He was the same passionate friend to everyone he met, so there was no real way to discern his feelings. Thinking about trying was enough to make Millie's head spin.

"I'll see you then!" Millie whispered as the first years began to walk into the Great Hall. She darted back to her place beside Regulus Black, and cheered each time a new Slytherin was welcomed into the flock.

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It wasn't that Remus hated mornings, it was just that the poor boy was always so tired, so worn out, that the morning sun seemed to burn him the more he tried to open his eyes. The marauders called it Remus-duty, and despite the funny and juvenile name, there was the actual possibility of being murdered when on this job. The three boys agreed that it was worse than their duties during the full moon, and drew straws every year to see who had it.

Sirius was the unlucky bloke who received the longest straw, and he knew without a doubt that James had transfigured the straws as soon as he realized he had gotten the long one, leaving Sirius with the punishment. It wasn't so much of a "Wow, I hope Remus doesn't kills me," punishment, but more of a "Aw, do I have to wake him? He looks so peaceful..." type of punishment.

Remus had a habit of burying his face into his pillows, and kicking his sheets off until they piled up at his waist, and the chill morning air caused goosebumps to raise on his bare back. For this reason, he was used to the cold, and Sirius couldn't just peel back the covers and wake Remus from the chill. No, he had to be smart about it. Scratch that. He could be smart about it. Instead, he poked Remus in the ear with him wand.