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A/N:
YAY! Reviewers! Didnt mention them last chapter, so here
comes the list...
Marvoless: Thank you!! Hey, *now* youve reviewed, so its all good
oowth:
WHOOPS! I did the same thing when I
posted it on my site. As much as that
would be a plot twist, it is indeed a typo.
Iggie:
YAY! See, its not Story of a
Cat, but its still good!
Becca Black: Thank you!!! Theres even more Sirius & Lyria in most
of my other works, and Im working on a post-PoA fic
on the pair of them... Thank you, thank you, thank you again; I *love* Lyria
(stole her from an RPG hehe).
And NOW on
to the chapter... first part written at a concert... so yeah....
This
mornings conversation with Lyria was a very scary experience.
So... isnt
it great, James and Lily having everything planned out? she asked. We were sitting in the common room again,
though this time shed roped me into actually doing homework.
Yeah.
Great, I said absently, studying a star chart for Divination for just a
moment before randomly tossing down some false predictions.
Im trying
to set up post-graduation plans, but its hard.
Theres still so much up in the air...
Oh God. Was she hinting? Im against plans. Nope, not planning a thing. Just going to see where things take me. Heck, I dont even plan meals or tomorrows clothes.
Youre
afraid I want you to marry me, arent you?
Lyria asked pointedly, putting down her book and looking up at me.
My jaw
dropped to somewhere around my knees, but she continued.
I dont. I mean, its not that I dont love you or
anything, but Im not exactly the wife and mother type, and especially not
now.
I scraped my
jaw off the floor and gave her an enormous hug.
Happy New
Year!
James and
Lily are *already* planning the wedding.
Its rather sick. Lily asked
Lyria to be the Maid of Honor this morning (at least I know who Im going to
get paired with), and now theyre asking her to help them plan music because
shes musically inclined and neither of them are.
Blech.
Back to
classes, and for once Im relieved.
Maybe Prongs will stop making wedding plans and start complaining and
serving detentions like a normal seventeen year old.
(Later)
Just
finished detention. Fistfight with Snape in the
hall because he referred to Lyria as the morons little whore. No one calls Lyria such a thing in my hearing
and gets away with it, so I lunged at him and proceeded to beat the snot out of
him. Of course, it was Prewett who found
us, so I got a nice detention with the esteemed Potions Asshole again.
Its nice to
have things back to normal.
Having
a bit of a problem.
Tonights a
full moon, and its also the night of my detention with Prewett. Not showing up to detention is enough to get
me punished pretty severely, but Prongs cant keep Moony under control on his
own. Granted, joining the party late
could be perfectly harmless, but if theyre out on the grounds and Im not in
my other form yet, Ill get bitten and Moonyd be
expelled. Not going at all isnt an
option because if it turns out to be a rough evening, theres going to be a
werewolf loose in Hogsmeade and that would *definitely* get Moony
expelled. Not going to detention,
however, is likely to get *me* expelled.
Unless,
of course, I think of a way to get out of it.
And maybe
tomorrow Ill wake up with wings and a furry tail.
(Okay,
scratch the furry tail. I suppose thats
possible.)
Problem
solved courtesy of Miss Lyria Strider and Miss Lily Evans.
Lily takes
Advanced Charms, and in her book theres a charm that used to be used by people
in Magical Law Enforcement and such that allows you to enchant an object so
that anyone carrying it looks like someone else. Lyria borrowed the book for some other charm,
learned that one, and served my detention for me. (The girls learned about Moony back in fifth
year when we sort of forgot that the Noel Night was the night of the full moon
and accidentally stood them up. We had
to explain.)
Good thing,
too, because last night *was* a difficult night. Moony gave us the slip and we had to chase
him down. Dog noses *really* help in
that case, by the way, and I strongly suggest them.
Anniversary.
Forgot how many months. A very long time, anyway.
It was 16
months. March is a year and a half. Make note of that, and do not forget, or she
is likely to beat you about the head.
I found out
a little bit about Lyris plans for after graduation
today...
So.
What are you doing with yourself once you get out of here? I asked.
We were serving detention together for Prewett again. (I made fun of her in Potions and she threw a
frog brain at me.)
Planning to
go right into Auror training, she replied. I had been for a while... and Eryk just sort of made it official. Theres a war going on out there, and Im
going to make sure the right people win it.
They will,
with you on their side, I told her.
Youve got that sort of conviction.
Youre becoming
a regular philosopher, Sirius Black, she replied, brushing a stray bit of hair
out of my face. It immediately flopped
back to where it was.
Not
really. Thinking every once in a while
doesnt count. Dont worry; Im still
lovable, aggravating-as-hell Padfoot.
She laughed
and kissed me. Good. I need someone around to aggravate me.
Nice
to be appreciated.
A/N: Short,
yes, yes I know. I am having writers
block... so please, come to me with any suggestions! I know how its going to end but am unsure
about what should happen in the meantime (its only January, after all), and
nothings happened to stimulate ideas.