Oblivion ━━ Sirius Black

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Easton Greengrass wasn't a very sociable person. And much like all unsociable people who had next to no human contact for quite a prolonged period of time, Easton Greengrass thought she would die right in front of the door that led to the Potions classroom.

At least Penelope won't be there, she tried to calm herself. It was rather unsuccessful.

The room felt incredibly stuffy. Or maybe it was her crazy fast heart beat and the fact that she could feel a thin layer of sweat appear on her forehead-Easton felt like she was going to faint.

Oh, great, they're all looking at me.

They weren't really. Not everyone, at least. 

In her search for a free spot Easton met the eyes of none other than Severus Snape, who only sneered at her indignantly and went back to scribbling something in his book.

"Oh, Miss Greengrass! You join us at last, how very wonderful!" exclaimed Professor Slughorn in his ever so cheerful manner, having noticed the poor girl awkwardly standing in the middle of the classroom.

"Good morning, Professor."

"I trust you are feeling better? Mister Snape here informed me you had come down with quite a nasty case of flue, you poor dear."

She could practically feel Snape rolling his eyes at this.

"Oh, yes. L-loads better, Professor," Easton stammered.

"Marvelous, marvelous! Now, do take a seat and we shall begin."

Just as she was about to take a spare cauldron, she heard someone calling her name. Repeatedly. 

 "Easton!" Lily Evans was waving enthusiastically at her from one of the tables, and Easton just froze, deciding what to do. She didn't really have many options: she could either run back to her dorms (which she preferred, just to be clear ) or stay here and be undoubtedly subjected to the interrogation by the Head Girl herself. 

Unfortunately, the escape plan was doomed from the very beginning, and so Easton made her way to join Evans, looking like a selfless martyr excepting her inevitable fait.


"Hey," Easton smiled weakly and took a seat next to Lily. She began taking her things out of the bag and put them on the table, all under her stare. There was definitely something the Gryffindor wanted to say.

"You changed your hair," it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah. Guess read wasn't really my color," Easton smiled tightly, concentrated on lining her quills in perfect order.

Lily kept on probing.

"I had no idea you were sick," she said, sounding awfully skeptical.

"Extremely sick," Easton spared her a quick glance, eyes round with exaggeration, "Might've been Dragon Pox. I could've, like, died or something. But it's ok now, Healers say I'll make it. At least till the end of this year. The future is still rather...unclear," she shrugged nonchalantly as if saying "those damn Healers, right?" and opened the Potions book on a random page just to make it seem like she was actually super busy with something.

Naturally, Lily Evans didn't believe a word of this nonsense but having a closer look at Easton, she couldn't help but notice the dark circles under her eyes and the way her face became paler and somewhat edgier, and decided not to press further.

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better," Lily smiled and looked at the book Easton was still flipping through, "We're doing the Shrienking Solution by the way," she informed, "It's page 233".