She Said What?

Chapter 17: I Endure Repercussions

A/N: Thanks for all the good feedback, guys, I do appreciate it.

And, without further ado, I present...repercussions! Huzzah! Read and review and we'll all have a very nice day.

November 1 Continued

9:15 AM
Status: Head whirling

Well...after the enormous upheaval of the Gryffindor Halloween party last night, there have been plenty of after-effects rippling through today. The natural order of my world seems to have distorted and mutated in such a few short hours, and quite overtly too, and this new place I'm in is highly unfamiliar. I think narrating it in here will do me a world of good, because I still can't believe half of it.

So here we are on November first, the day after the Halloween party.

Naturally, the first order of business had to be attended to the moment I woke up. Today, it was at seven o'clock in the morning, because that was when Sirius Black arose and I heard him rise. Despite the events of the evening, my sleep was fragile (as it almost never is) and I stirred as well, confused. He appeared even more confused than I was.

"Evans...?" He looked at me, and then all around. "What the hell is going on...?"

"The party," I mumbled. Then I yawned enormously.

"What? What about the party? What happened? What was going on? Was I—? "

I made flapping noises with my hands as I finished yawning. He subsided, and then I explained in a sleepy murmur, "At the party, you were drunk. You came here at about three in the morning because you couldn't remember any passwords and were convinced I would always open the door to you. You stayed here the night and threw up in my toilet before falling asleep on my couch. You fell off of it shortly after, but hey, it's all good."

Understanding dawned on Black's face; but with it came some degree of alarm. "D-Did I really?" he asked me uncertainly.

"Yes," I said.

"And now I've woken you up again," he said.

"Don't worry about it," I told him. At this precise moment, though, I yawned again. Black looked awfully guilty.

"Look, Evans, I appreciate what you did for me and I'm really sorry I came in here," he said genuinely. "I must have been pretty wickedly drunk, because this hangover's worse than Remus having a go at me because I didn't do my homework."

"I can empathize," I muttered absently, remembering all the times Livvy has done that to me.

"Anyway, I'm sorry I put you on the spot that way and I owe you," he said. "Anything you need, just let me know."

"Thanks," I said, smiling tentatively.

"Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starved," said Black, cracking the wide, mischievous grin that I've long learned to be wary of. "What d'you say to some early morning breakfast before the crowds arrive?"

"It's seven AM on a Sunday after the Gryffindor Halloween party," I reminded him. "No one's going to be there besides us, I reckon."

"All the better," dismissed Black. "C'mon. Let's go."

And just like that, I accepted Black's invitation to breakfast.

We walked downstairs to the Great Hall together, still in our pajamas because Black thinks getting ready this early ought to be a class one felony, and sure enough, there was only a tiny sprinkling of students eating there. Black found this awfully amusing and selected a seat on the Gryffindor bench, gesturing for me to sit across from him. I did so and he stretched out across the wide expanse of area surrounding him.