Chapter 11 : Eleven: Holiday Plans
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I was sitting in the common room late in the evening, reading a book Bliss had lent me. The fire was glowing still but everyone else had retreated to their dormitories, although I could hear them talking and laughing still. As I scanned the pages, the portrait hole burst open and Sirius and Dorcas walked in, holding hands and laughing. They walked right into the common room, apparently unaware that I was there.
“Goodnight,” said Sirius sweetly and kissed her on the cheek. He let go of her hand and headed up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories. Dorcas stood where she was for a few moments, smiling to herself.
“Um, hi,” I said, closing my book. She looked startled and turned towards me, the smile fading from her face. I glanced around as she didn’t reply. “It’s Dorcas, right?” I asked her.
“Yeah. Sorry, I was just shocked to see you there,” she said, and walked towards me a couple of steps. “You’re Lily, I know,” she continued. I smiled.
“Sit down,” I requested, and she sank into an armchair next to me. “I feel like we’ve never really gotten a chance to talk.” She nodded.
“I guess it’s just – I find it hard to be myself when I’m around people I don’t know very well,” she explained. I smiled again.
“No problem. So – how did you and Black – I mean Sirius – meet?” Finally, I was going to get the question I had been dying to ask answered.
“You mean, because you’d never seen him talking to me before this year?” she asked, and I was about to apologise when she smiled knowingly. “It’s okay, I’m not offended. Professor McGonagall assigned him to be my tutor in Transfiguration at the start of this year, because I was struggling with the NEWT work,” she replied.
“Oh,” I replied, unsure of what to say next.
“Well we started meeting in the library for tutoring sessions . . . and at first I barely said a word, but he was really nice and I guess I just sort of . . . came out of my shell. And then one day after our lesson, he just kind of . . . asked me out,” she finished, smiling broadly.
“You two look really sweet together,” I told her truthfully. “I mean, he really cares about you, he’s never been out with a girl for this long before-”
“Oh, I know all about his previous reputation,” she cut in. I nodded.
“It’s – just really nice, to see him so happy,” I said, smiling. She gave me a small smile.
“Um . . . thanks, I guess,” she said. I looked at my watch and stood up.
“Well I really need to go to bed now. And, just in case – you know, you and Sirius don’t get much tutoring done in your sessions – I’m always available to help,” I said with a friendly wink. She laughed.
“Okay, I’ll bear that in mind,” she answered, and came with me up the stairs.
“Bye,” I said to her as I went into my dorm. She waved and I closed the door.
“Was that Dorcas Meadowes?” Bliss asked. I nodded as I headed over to my bed. “As in Sirius Black’s girlfriend?” she continued. I nodded again. “Oh,” she said. “That’s nice.”
“She’s really lovely,” I replied as I pulled my pyjamas out of my drawer. “I mean, I’d never really spoken to her before today, but she seems really great. And she makes Black so happy.” I couldn’t help but smile.
Hundreds of owls swooped into the Great Hall and soared over our heads, dropping letters and packages onto the tables.
“Mail’s late again,” Remus grumbled. He was being particularly moody; he got like that now and then but we refrained from asking questions. The Marauders just looked at each other secretively at times like those. I hadn’t been expecting anything, but a roll of parchment landed on my plate just as I finished off the last piece of bacon.
“What’d you get?” Jazz asked. I unrolled the letter and read quickly through it. When I finished I groaned loudly.
“My parents are going to Africa this Christmas, some humanitarian thing,” I grumbled as I skimmed my eyes over the surface once more to double check. “They want me to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays again but almost no one else is staying!” Bliss and Jazz just looked at me like they were sorry for me. “I don’t suppose I can stay with either of you?” I asked hopefully. They both shook their heads sadly.
“I’m going on a cruise around the Canaries with my parents,” Bliss informed me, although to be truthful I already knew.
“Canaries?” said Peter disbelievingly.
“Canary ISLANDS, you dolt,” Bliss replied in frustration. She had something of a short temper now and then. Peter shrunk back in his seat.
“What about you, Jazz?” I asked hopefully.
“Sorry. Going to visit my cousins in America,” she replied apologetically. I sighed in exasperation.
“Wonderful. I am going to be spending Christmas alone in an old castle,” I moaned. The Marauders and my friends sat uncomfortably munching their breakfast. Then James dropped the Daily Prophet onto the table.
“You could always come and stay with me,” he suggested casually. An uncomfortable silence fell over the table around me. I chewed slower on my piece of toast, not realising he was serious. But he was looking at me earnestly, not even appearing bothered. I think if I’d said ‘No way’ he probably would have just shrugged and gone back to reading.
“What – wouldn’t it be . . . weird?” I stammered, looking for the right words. He looked confused.
“Why would it be?” he asked. I felt my confidence return.
“Because I hate you,” I replied, looking down at my plate casually as I ate. I heard him sigh in annoyance.
“Almost two years is a long time to hold a grudge, Evans,” he stated. I kept chewing and acted like I hadn’t heard it. “And I know you don’t hate me really,” he continued. Just like it was a fact. I swear, sometimes he could be so unbelievably arrogant . . .
“How do you know?” I challenged him.
“Because we’re friends,” he said matter-of-factly. How could he so blatantly contradict what I had just said? I raised my eyebrows.
“Okay. So I don’t hate you,” I brought myself to say at last, sensing still the uneasy silence around the table. “But it would still be weird,” I persisted.
“No it wouldn’t,” he said plainly. His arrogance was driving me crazy. I sat back and thought carefully, buttering another piece of toast. Maybe it wouldn’t be so weird. We were kind of friends, I guess. And I never really did hate him. And it took a lot for me just to admit that to myself, let alone to the Marauders and my best friends. We did used to be really close as well, after all.
“Um . . .” I steeled myself to say it. “Alright. I guess anything’s better than spending Christmas alone at Hogwarts.” He grinned.
“Yeah, that’s the right way to look at it.” He laughed. Everyone went back to eating as if nothing had happened. I sat thoughtfully. Spending Christmas with James Potter, in his own house?
A/N: Okay so, hope you enjoyed the chapter, I bet you think you can sense what's coming, but... you're wrong!
This is a warning. There is a character death coming up in my story. So you should be prepared for that, okay?
Right, in High School Musical, in Vanessa's solo song, she says "I thought you were my fairytale" lol! I hadn't watched that before I named this, I swear! But I really don't like that film.
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