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Dear Sirius, reads the letter that Sage writes in mid-November,
I think Harry's probably told you that he's in the Triwizard Tournament. How whack is that? I can't wait to see Dad and Remus at Christmas, Remus said that you might come up and join us if you aren't busy on the run. He also sent me his dad's bomber jacket from that big muggle war, which is nice. It's cozy and it has a fluffy collar.
I wrote to tell you that I keep seeing visions of Cedric Diggory dying. Dad said I was probably doing shrooms behind his back. Maybe you'll understand because a lot of people think you're mad too. I don't
-And that's all she gets to write, because a shadow covers her spot on the grass by the lake. She immediately stuffs the letter into her pocket, cringing at the thought of it crumpled up in there, and looks up to see a large blonde ferret. Or maybe it's Draco Malfoy.
He tosses something metallic onto the floor in front of her.
"Wear this," he says. "Or I'll tell everyone."
"Tell everyone what?"
"Stephanie's told me some things about you," says the blonde. "Things you wouldn't want to spread around the school."
"That fucking rat," spits Sage, glaring up at him. "You can tell Stevie that she can suck my-"
"Just wear it," says Malfoy. "It's easier to just wear it, Laurent."
"Piss off," Sage replies. Malfoy grins and taps the side of his nose, then walks away. She looks at the badge. It's got a picture of Cedric that reads 'Support Cedric Diggory', which is nice, but then it turns into a picture of Harry that reads, 'Potter Stinks!', which she doesn't think is so swell. But, because she's a wuss and a terrible friend, she clips it onto the strap of her bag and continues to write her letter.
-think that I'm a Seer, because they see all sorts of things but all I've seen is my dead dog Zoe Bowie and Cedric getting killed by someone. It's freaky and I don't like it, so if you learnt any dark magic to make me not do this anymore while you were in Azkaban, feel free to share it with your darling dearest Sage.
Anyway, hope all's well. Remus said you're still on the run. That sounds like a laugh. Maybe I'll go on the run with you at Easter or something. Also, I haven't heard from Remus or Dad in a little while, so maybe send them a letter. Also, Harry's first trial is tomorrow morning so you should probably write him a letter to wish him good luck, or a condolence letter when he inevitably gets murdered by a dragon.
Lots of love, Sage xx
Sage seals the envelope and worries that she's been writing too many letters and not spending enough time with her friends, so she leaves the lake (after blowing a kiss to the squid) and trudges up the muddy hill towards the castle. Her boots squelch and the hems of her trouser legs get a bit sodden, but she finds she doesn't really mind.
What she does mind, very much so, is Dean Thomas racing across the lawn towards her at full speed.
Sage manages to scream, "DEAN!" before he smashes into her and knocks them both to the floor. "What the fuck, man?!"
"Sage," he pants, propping himself up on elbows above her, "You know how I love you with all my heart and soul?"
She pauses and scowls. "...yes?"
"And you know how you said you'd do anything in the world for me?"
"Not murder. Anything but murder."
"Can you make Seamus believe that I don't fancy him? He thinks I fancy him."
"What? Why? How?"
"I don't know," Dean shrugs, "Snog me or something. Make sure he sees it."
"I don't want to snog you in front of anybody, let alone Seamus?"
"Oh, go on," he pleads. "The cheeky git just asked me if I fancied him and I balked and told him that I fancy you."
"Maybe he asked you because he likes you back, Dean?"
Dean looks down at her face, still hovering above her and pulls a face. "Yeah, and I'm part of the Jackson Five. Of course he doesn't like me! Have you seen the way he looks at Beauxbatons girls?"
"No."
"It's the same way you look at Beauxbatons girls."
Sage frowns. "Maybe he swings for both?"
"He doesn't."
She shoves him to her side and stands up. "Fine. But only because Malfoy's just started blackmailing me and if I snog you in front of people nobody will believe him if he tells people I'm a modern day Sappho."
So, the next morning, Sage and Dean hold hands on their way down to the newly-constructed Triwizard Tournament arena thingy. And Sage kisses Dean on the lips (she almost vomits) where Seamus can see them, and then she leaves him to duck into the Champions Tent really quickly to tell Harry good luck and tell Cedric not to die.
Sage meets Harry and hugs him tightly. She wishes good luck and tells him that he'll do amazing, because, duh, he's Harry Potter. Then she sees Cedric and plants a kiss on his cheek and tells him not to die, because it would make her very sad. Cedric laughs and ruffles her hair, which is a bit cute but mostly annoying because she used Lavender's curler to make it pretty this morning.
Then, she waves goodbye to the champions, then leaves the tent.
Sage gets three letters on the first of December.
The first is from Dad, who tells her that she can't come home for Christmas because he's heard very exciting things are going to be happening at Hogwarts and he'll kill himself if she doesn't tell him everything about it.
The second is from Auntie Flick (accompanied by a large package of pink sparkly jumpers and short tartan skirts and shiny shoes with little heels on them) telling her that she's going to Tahiti with her son for Christmas, so this is her present early.
The third is from Sirius, answering all of the questions from her last letter and saying yes, it would be very fun to have her come on the run with him over Easter. He'll let her know where he's going to be closer to the date.
There's no reply from the wizard birth registry, though, even though Sage has written them three letters now asking for them to find out who her parents were.
