The one with the sisters - Year Four [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13 - The one with the impossible mission

To say Iris was annoyed would be an understatement. But then again, being the Hufflepuff Seeker who just happened to lose a game – and not any game, the final – to Gryffindor and even so accepting an invitation to their party might have been her worst idea yet.

If Sirius and James didn't lose a chance of annoying her every chance they've got, give them a reason and the teasing could go for hours and hours and hours... Exactly what was happening right now.

"You know... I reckon that if you've only had flown a little faster, you could've gotten the Snitch before Grace did." Sirius said.

"She knows that, Padfoot, leave the girl alone." James said, in fake disinterest. If she didn't know them as well as she did, she would've thanked him, but she knew that James was just preparing the territory for another blow at her. And that's just what he did: "I guess she just wasn't focused enough today."

With a heavy sigh, Iris got up from her place on the couch in between both boys and threw her empty cup of pumpkin juice at them.

"Look, if you're going to keep throwing at my face that I lost the bloody game, I might as well leave."

Before they could protest, Iris had already turned in her heel and was about to walk out of the crowded Common Room, but got stopped by a taller body than hers. Annoyed, she looked up, only to see Remus looking down at her, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Where you going?" He asked.

"I'm leaving." She answered, shortly.

"Why?" Peter whined, as he took her place in the couch between his best friends.

"Cause your friends are being assholes to me." She spat and Remus rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Irie... You know they don't mean it." Remus tried to reason.

"I know they don't." She rolled her eyes, before staring at him again. "But it doesn't make it hurt any less."

"What were they saying?" He frowned, noticing she was actually quite mad.

"They were mocking my Quidditch abilities just cause we lost the bloody game!"

Remus let out a lazy sigh and sat in the armchair beside the couch his three friends were sharing. With a wave of his hand, he reprimanded them.

"Come on, guys... Apologize." He said. "You know how competitive she is."

"It's not my fault that she can't handle some jokes." Sirius smirked, and Iris glared at him. He flinched. "Oh, right, whatever... I'm sorry, doll. I'm really sorry that you can't seem to win a game against us."

James laughed and Peter snickered. Iris rolled her eyes, but smirked slightly as well. They were lucky she was so chill about it. Remus relaxed when he saw her whole posture shifting, as she softened.

"Anyway..." James' eyes suddenly light up as he looked at a point over Iris' shoulder and in an instant, she knew her sister was in earshot. "She wouldn't stand a chance against the best team around, would she, Evans?" He asked loudly.

Iris turned around just in time to see Lily sighing as she slowly moved her eyes from Mary and Marlene and toward James and his friends.

"For your information, Potter, Iris is a brilliant player, and you'd be able to see it if you just deflated this huge head of yours and stopped looking at everyone around you as they mean absolutely nothing to you." She spat, before gripping Mary's arm and turning around. "Come on, Mary... Let's go to bed."

Marlene watched as both of them walked away and exchanged a quick glance with Iris, before walking off to talk with some boy on the other side of the room. As soon as Iris turned around, she noticed all the boy's surprised faces and James pressing his hands against his face under his glasses in a clear sign of annoyance.

"Ouch." Peter mumbled and Sirius smirked at him.

"She does have a sharp tongue, this Evans." He said as he laughed at James' despair.

"I guess it runs in the family." Remus shrugged, glancing quickly at Iris, who rolled her eyes at him.

"Says the one who never uses sarcasm." She responded.

"Moony? Sarcasm?" Sirius asked, pretending to be confused. "I have no idea what you're talking about, doll."

"Yeah." She nodded, with a smirk. "I bet you don't."

Iris sighed as she saw James, still holding his face and letting out a low groan. She walked toward him and sat at the sofa's arm beside him, dropping a gentle hand to his back.

"James..." She called, sweetly.

"I always do that." He whined. "Whenever I open my mouth around her I either say something that irritates her or make a completely fool of myself."

"A fool of yourself? What do you mean?" Iris frowned.

"Oh, you didn't see it, did you?" Sirius asked, laughing loudly. "It was hilarious, really... So Prongs was..."

But he stopped talking when James sent him a death glare and Peter nudged his side. Iris shook her head at him. Such a sensible man, this Sirius Black...

"James, come on... Cheer up." Iris tried to get James to smile. "You just need to practice. I'm sure you'll be able to get Lily to like you."

"Yeah, as soon as you change your whole personality." Sirius added and Iris reached over to slap him behind the head.

"Shut up, Sirius." She warned, before turning her attention back to the sad boy beside her. "You won't have to change your personality, Jamie... Just your behavior."

"Will you help me?" He pleaded, looking up at her.

"Yeah, sure." She nodded and he smiled. "But not now. I need to go back to my dorm now, or I'll be out after curfew."

"Prude." Sirius mumbled and Iris rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, Sirius." She said, getting up. "Bye, boys. Good night."

"Good night, Irie." They answered, as she made her way through the crowd in the Gryffindor Common Room.

She sighed and bit her lip as soon as she stepped out of the portrait hole, carefully making her way through the empty and quite dark hallways from the Gryffindor Tower, to the Kitchen, near where her own Common Room was placed. Reviewing her whole conversation with James about her sister, she let out a frustrated grunt.

"And how in the bloody hell am I supposed to make Lily Evans like James Potter?" She mumbled to herself, before laughing at her own silliness. "Where the bloody hell did you get yourself into, Iris... Where?"