The Marauders: Year One (female)

46. Damocles Belby

'Pssst... Evans!' Sirius hissed. 'Evans!'

But the sleek head of red hair did not turn.

Jamie looked at Sirius in annoyance. 'What're you bugging Evans about now?'

'Jealous?'

Jamie made a face of disgust. 'Of Gingernuts? 'Course not. '

Sirius smirked knowingly, infuriating Jamie, then went back to getting Lillian's attention.

She tapped the long, white feather they were meant to be levitating. 'Wingardium Leviosa!'

It soared into the air, before anybody else's feather had, even all the Ravenclaws.

Professor Flitwick looked up in glee. 'Well done, Miss. Black! Ten points to Gryffindor.'

When he saw that it was just to get Lillian's attention, though, his good humour dried up, and he took the points back. He took another ten points when Sirius replied that she didn't care, because her only loyalty was to the noble founder of her house, Barbarossa Brocklewank.

It seemed that Sirius Black was only talented in classes when it came to mischief making and pranks.

Glaring, Professor Flitwick turned to help a struggling Ravenclaw, who promptly set the feather on fire as it shot across the classroom, incinerating a stack of Seventh Year essays on his desk.

'Really!' Flitwick exclaimed crossly, as a jet of water shot from his wand, extinguishing the flames. He waved his hand about his face as he and the students in the front row began to cough.

Lillian finally turned around. 'What?' he asked with obvious irritation. His expression only softened slightly when he noticed it was Sirius. 'Oh, it's you. What do you want?'

Sirius looked around to make sure nobody was listening in, before cupping her hands around her mouth, and hissing, 'Have you had any news?'

Lillian looked confused. 'What on earth do you mean?'

Sirius rolled her eyes. 'Remus,' she said, like it should be obvious.

Lillian started. 'Oh!'

Sirius rolled her eyes again. 'Yes, 'oh!' She hasn't written for almost two weeks now. You said you'd ask her. So why hasn't she?'

Lillian frowned. 'She hasn't written to me, either. I do hope she's all right. I just assumed that she needed some space, or something.'

Sirius looked scandalised. 'Or something!' she repeated. 'Or something! Carrots, my dear, don't you remember our little chat in the library the other day?'

'Yeah?' said Lillian, evidently confused. 'And don't call me carrots!'

Sirius scooted her chair next to Lillian's. 'Anything could be happening to Remus. Anything. And you're just sitting around, saying 'or something' ', scoffed Sirius. 'Gingernuts.'

Lillian looked at her in annoyance, and shifted his chair further away from her. 'All right, all right, I'll write to her again, and see what's the matter with her.'

'You'd better,' said Sirius darkly, before shooting a filthy look at Professor Flitwick, who had been shouting at her for the past five minutes. 'I'm moving, I'm moving!' she yelled back irritably, earning herself another glare. 'Stupid old man,' she muttered once she was out of earshot.