"I was thinking about leaving again
It all depends
Are we just friends?"
In which Madeline Potter
and Sirius Black aren't
allowed to fancy each other,
...
𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 chapter thirty-nine; First Date Behavior " I think I've actually scared away a few first years because I've told everyone we're dating— "
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THE YEARLY RITUALS seemed dull by her seventh year. Madeline accepted her schedule from Flitwick with a smile, she scarfed down breakfast afterward, made her way to the classes she now had to attend (N.E.W.T levels were no joke), and spoke to Flitwick, once again, this time about quidditch.
It was an average start to the year.
"So, I was thinking," Sirius began, falling in stride with Madeline as she turned a corner in the bustling corridors, snaking an arm around her shoulders.
"That's never good," Madeline smiled.
"How would you feel about a date?" Sirius asked, unfazed, "A real, proper, date?"
"In general, a real proper date would be nice, I suppose it matters who the date is with," Madeline teased, "With Remus? Pete? Lily? Okay, Marlene—"
"With me," Sirius cut off swiftly, planting his feet and stopping the girl, "Do you want to go on a date with me?"
"I'd love to," Madeline smiled gently, pressing herself onto her feet and pecking Sirius on the lips. "As long as it's not Madam Puddifoots."
"Euch," Sirius made a face, "No, no, I'll sort something out— don't want to wait until we can go to Hogsmeade, anyway. This weekend."
"Someone's eager."
"I just want to take my girlfriend on a date," Sirius grinned, eyes softening as he simply admired Madeline. Halfway through the day, the freshness of the morning had worn off, her hair flatter than it had been at breakfast, but she was just as beautiful.
"I suppose you're allowed to do that," She smiled, "We should get to Transfiguration."
"You're attractive when you're responsible."
Madeline scoffed heavily, rolling her eyes and shoving Sirius' chest. He laughed, watching Madeline start down the hall, before hopping into his walk, joining her once again.
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"Is this seat taken?"
"Unless you're willing to write this Potions essay for me? Yes."
Remus gave Madeline a blank look, sliding into the seat across from her. Even a week into her seventh year, Madeline was seriously reconsidering the class-load she'd chosen to take on.
"I don't even know what I'll be doing when I'm out of here, why does this crap matter?" Madeline grumbled, shoving her parchment far away from herself.
