Youth |Sirius Black|

2- anxiety

As it turns out, waiting for tomorrow at four was not as easy as it seemed. Primrose had gone over all the possible ways this tutoring session could go and none of them seemed appealing. In fact, most of them ended with Primrose hitting Sirius with a book.

Caesar was no help at all, she just kept wondering why Primrose was freaking out so much. Of course Caesar wasn't nervous, she wasn't about to express slight vulnerability to her most dreaded enemy!

Okay, so Sirius wasn't Primrose's most dreaded enemy, that was probably cashews, but she still didn't like him. He was an obnoxious, mean bully who enjoyed torturing Primrose. This session could only wrong.

It did not help that every time she saw him, Sirius smiled at her. It was just so bizarre. Caesar didn't seem to notice though.

"I think he always smiles at you, Prim, maybe you're just starting to notice," Caesar finally said with a knowing look.

Hard headed as ever, Primrose shook her head, "I'm positive he's messing with me."

"Is it so weird for him to smile at you? You're my best friend and he's my brother, Merlin it's not as if he hates you too." Annoyed, Caesar turned away from Primrose and back to her work. They were in transfiguration, their last class of the day which would mean just over twenty four hours until the tutoring session.

Primrose was quiet for a moment, "I don't hate him, Caesar. Just strongly dislike."

"Yeah well it doesn't always look that way, does it?"

Unsure of what to say, Primrose looked back at her worksheet and frowned at it. It wasn't due until Friday, but she'd have to look up the answers in her textbook. Actually, she could save it for Sirius to help her with. For now though she would try and understand it.

After class, Primrose and Caesar planned on heading straight to the dorm but instead, Sirius grabbed Caesar for a so called 'twin meeting'.

They were in the Gryffindor boys dorm, the rest of Sirius' roommates were off who knows where so they had the room to themselves. Caesar was lying down on Remus' bed, munching on one of his chocolate bars while Sirius sat on his own bed and frowned.

Caesar wondered how mad Remus would be when he realized he was one chocolate bar short. She decided she'd blame Sirius. Or maybe she'd change the subject and try and convince him to clean this filthy room. Clothes were covering what had to be every inch of  the floor. And there was strange funk. Like eucalyptus and pepperoni. It was gross.

"Why is Rosie being weird?" For the entire day, she'd been shooting Sirius suspicious looks. Like she thought he murdered her grandma.

Caesar sighed, looking up from her chocolate bar. She'd noticed Primrose's strange behavior as well, "I'm not totally sure... but I think I have an idea."

Hesitantly, Sirius raised his eyes to meet his sister's, "Well, I might too but..."

Groaning, Caesar sat up and stretched her arms, "I thought she really hated you, dude, but now I'm beginning to think that's not the case."

"Wait," Sirius' frown deepened, "You thought she actually hated me? She never told you?"

Caesar grabbed a jumper from the floor and quickly put it on, feeling confused, "Well no, she never said she hated you but I thought it was a given. But today she said she didn't hate you."

Shaking his head, Sirius explained, "No, I mean, she's told me she doesn't hate me. Last year, actually, in like March I think."

It was just after the big match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Sirius and Primrose had been at each other's throats for the weeks leading up to it. Sirius had even managed to dye Primrose's hair red and gold.