Chapter 8 : Chapter Eight: Queries
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Friday came quicker than Adara expected. She was extremely busy trying to catch Sirius up in classes without spending enough time with him to make her Ravenclaw friends suspicious. Sirius was being great about it, he was extremely kind and funny and understanding when she had to leave unexpectedly. James, however, who seemed to be attached to Sirius at the side, was not so great. He barely talked to Adara, resorting to glaring and ignoring her. She didn’t really mind, and Sirius didn’t seem to notice so she ignored him right back.
So when Adara woke up Friday morning, her head in her Runes book on her still-made bed from late night studying, she was immediately anxious. Quidditch try-outs were tonight and Adara hadn’t been on a broom since that… erm, interesting broom ride with Sirius.
On the contrary, Jayden was practically glowing with joy when Adara joined him in the common room, “Tryouts tonight, Addie!” he exclaimed as he kissed her forehead.
“I know, Jay, can’t wait,” Adara put on a smile that hid her nervousness. She didn’t even know why she was nervous, I mean she was dating the captain, had been on the team for three years, and could fly pretty damn well when someone didn’t throw her off her broom…
“Me either,” David announced as he caught up with the couple, “can’t wait to get in the air again!”
Soon the three friends arrived at the Great Hall and Adara looked towards the Gryffindor table. She spotted her fiery-haired friend… yes, Lily was now her official friend, and then saw Sirius. As if she had sent him a mental message, Sirius threw his head back laughing, probably at something James had said, and looked over at her eyes twinkling with happiness. Adara couldn’t help but smile as his was contagious. He gave her a quick waved and Adara returned it from under Jayden’s arm. He turned back to his meal and Jayden led Adara to her own table.
“So I was thinking that I’ll make the new ones fly around a bit and eliminate the ones that fall and whatnot,” Jayden was saying to David and Christine, and Adara too, but she wasn’t really listening. She was picking at her eggs thinking about her first class this morning, Transfiguration.
Not about her homework in that class, that was long since completed, she was thinking about what Sirius would do to make McGonagall roll her eyes. About whether James was going to be a prick the whole time.
On that note, she turned around to peak at the Gryffindor table. She noticed his messy black hair, then saw that he was glaring at her. She saw Sirius’ back and guessed he was talking as he was moving his hands around a lot. James scowled at her then removed his gaze from Adara. What is with him? She thought.
Just as she made things with good with Lily, another member of the Gryffindor house begins to hate her.
Even if Trelawney was a true seer, she couldn’t have predicted with had happened in Transfiguration, or so Adara was thinking as she exited the classroom with most of the other students. Only a select few had been left behind to clean up the mess.
Sirius had “accidentally” blown up (literally) the porcupine he was supposed to be transfiguring into a cushion and some of the… innards had landed upon the one and only Lily Evans. Said incredibly tempered redhead had then taken it to inflict pain on Sirius and chose to do so by transfiguring her perfect cushion back into a porcupine then charming it to shove itself, spikes first, into Sirius’… hindquarters. After a few choice swear words from both students, McGonagall stepped in, dismissed the class early, and, Adara could only assume, gave a stern lecture.
So, chuckling and talking among themselves, most of the class left the room with good spirits and thirty minutes until the next class.
Adara didn’t know what she was going to do, so she headed up to her common room to maybe get some homework done so that she could not have to worry about it that night after Quidditch.
After Quidditch. Being able to say that did make Adara feel a happy swoop in her stomach. She did love seeking a good bit.
When she plopped back onto the comfy couch, the common room deserted, she remembered that Transfiguration was the only class she had had that day and McGonagall had forgotten to give homework.
She had already finished all of her other essays while Sirius copied her old notes in the library over the past few days, so she literally had nothing to do. Her next class was Astronomy and she had already finished her star charts, but maybe she’d head up to the towers near the classroom.
She always liked being up high, the reason, her mum swears, that Adara was put in Ravenclaw: the house with the common room in the towers. Adara had to agree, though. She didn’t think that she could stand not being able to see the whole grounds from her bedroom window, or watch low clouds pass outside the common room.
Making the decision, she stood up and swung her bag over her shoulder. She would go to the other tower and maybe see if she could get any placements for tonight’s chart.
As she crossed different corridors, she walked past Jayden, Christine, and David’s History of Magic classroom. She laughed to herself as she spotted her friends: Jayden was half awake jotting down notes every now and then but Christine and David were so out of it Adara wondered how the hell they had been placed in Ravenclaw. She continued her journey and was soon climbing the many, many stairs to the top of the tower.
When she reached it, she threw her bag carelessly on the floor and walked over to the ledge. She peered over the stone waist-high wall out at the grounds. She saw a few dots by the lake, probably sixth or seventh years enjoying a free period, and also a few dots over in the Quidditch Pitch. She squinted at them, trying to make out what color robes they were wearing, but no avail. Curious, she walked over to her bag and withdrew her telescope. She focused it on the pitch and saw the Marauders tossing around a scarlet-red ball: the quaffle. How’s they get that? She wondered as she watched James throw a behind-the-back shot at Remus, who caught it and passed it along to Sirius. Her mouth dropped open when she saw Sirius purposefully miss the ball, then dive after and catch it in a spectacular spin move. Isn’t he the beater for his team? She thought. She tried to remember back to when they played him and was almost positive that he was the beater. But with those moves, Adara thought, he could easily play chaser… or seeker!
She looked up from her telescope to watch them play in normal view. She couldn’t see much, so she went back to her telescope, but accidentally bumped it and lost focus. She sighed and began to refocus it but saw that it was now focusing on the Forbidden Forest, then she had an idea. She glanced once more at the four Marauders then moved her view to the forest. Maybe she could see something that would explain the other night. Like what? A huge monster? Adara’s mind laughed. Nevertheless, she scanned the forest for a minute before giving into her rational side and pulling away from her telescope. She scowled in frustration as all the questions she had forgotten about over that past few days resurfaced.
I need to distract myself, she thought. She smiled somewhat evilly as she moved her telescope to watch the four boys playing Quidditch again, maybe she could get some good information on tactics for Jayden. She got the focus right, but raised an eyebrow as she only counted three boys. There was James with the quaffle, speeding towards Remus who was playing keeper. The other one, I really need to learn his name, was behind James, not able to keep up, but Sirius wasn’t there. Without removing her eye from the telescope completely, she glanced down at her watch, still thirteen minutes until class… where was he?
“Trying to spy on our team?” Adara jumped so badly that she jabbed her right eye with her telescope. She cried out in pain and pulled away quickly. With a hand over her watering eye, she turned to see who the hell had scared her.
“SIRIUS!” she yelled at the smirking boy. He was standing a few feet from her, holding his broom in his right hand. She removed her hand from eye and wiped the tears away with the sleeve of her shirt.
She looked up to continue to scold him, but saw that he was no longer grinning. He looked at her with a mixture of emotions, “What?” Adara asked.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Adara rolled her eyes, which caused an immense amount of pain in her right eye, “Ow,” she said, “yeah, I’ll be alright, now, what the hell?”
The grin was back, but not as prominent, “I saw you spying on us so I flew over here, I don’t know how you missed me!” he said.
“I was looking in the forest,” Adara said before she could stop herself.
“What?” Sirius asked.
“Nothing,” Adara said quickly, “I was just watching you guys play, how come you’re only the beater?” she quickly changed the subject.
“Why were you looking in the forest?” Sirius asked somewhat wearily.
“Because you fly really well, you could easily be chaser, even seeker if you could see me from all the way over there!” Adara continued to ramble on as she put her telescope away.
“Were you looking for whatever almost killed you?” Sirius asked, ignoring Adara’s rant.
“I mean, that short one’s not very –” she stopped and looked at Sirius, “almost killed me?” she asked him incredulously, “correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I was the one found half-dead in a forest!” she shoved her telescope in her bag and stood up to face him. She thought she might look intimidating, but that was shot down when her head only came to the top of his chin.
“Just because it didn’t get you doesn’t mean that it didn’t almost get you!” Sirius said back, his own anger flaring.
“How would you even know if it almost got me? You were practically passed out!”
“I just know, trust me. And you shouldn’t have even been out there, if you’ll remember correctly.”
“I thought we already covered that I saved your arse? Or do you need to be reminded daily? Not that I expect an apology or anything,” Adara said testily.
“I was fine, and you’re the one that owes me the apology!”
Adara laughed a shrill laugh, “Oh, really? What do you want me to apologize for? Saving you? Then I’m sorry, maybe I should have just gone to bed and let you die! At least then we wouldn’t be having this conversation!” she yelled. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she clapped a hand over it.
Sirius looked hurt. Adara’s breath was ragged, “Oh, Merlin, Sirius,” she gasped, “I’m such an arse.”
He just stared at Adara a tears welled up in her eyes, “Sirius, I swear, none of that is the least bit true.”
Sirius turned his back on her and walked to the other end of the tower. Adara watched him feeling as if something in her was breaking.
A minute passed as Sirius stared out the other side of the tower. Slowly, Adara regained herself and walked over to him. She touched him on the shoulder and pulled it so he turned to face her, “I’m so, so, so, so sorry,” she whispered as she felt more tears come. She lifted her free hand and wiped them, cringing when she wiped her right one.
She looked back into his grey eyes, “Say something, Sirius!” she pleaded.
Adara blinked, “What? What are you sorry for? I’m the one that was being a prick!”
“I’m sorry that I drew you out of the castle.”
Adara scowled, “If you think that for one second I regret going out into the forest, then you’re –”
“You should regret it, Adara. You don’t know how easily you could have been seriously hurt,” he said.
“You can’t say anything that will make me regret saving you,” Adara promised.
“I don’t want to have this argument, again,” Sirius shook his head.
“Sirius, I’m so sorry. I don’t wish that I had let you die,” Adara said again.
“I know. But I wouldn’t have died,” Sirius said.
“Again with the ego!” Adara threw her hands up.
“Hey!” Sirius interjected, “I’ve been in much worse situations than that when we were –” he stopped, wide eyed.
“What?” Adara questioned. She had a feeling that she was about to get a few answers to her questions.
“Nothing!” Sirius said way too quickly.
“Don’t lie to me, Sirius Black!” Adara warned.
“Or what?” Sirius grinned, “you’ll injure me with common school items?” he asked pointing at her telescope.
“You did that to me!” Adara defended.
“I did not.”
Adara laughed at their pointless conversation, “You did too, you scared me and knocked me into the telescope!”
Sirius laughed his bark-like laugh, “Right,” he said, “but what we really need to worry about is what you are going to tell Booty about your black eye.”
Adara gasped, “What? It is not black!”
Sirius pulled a small mirror out of his pocket and handed it to her, “See for yourself.”
Adara took it and, sure enough, a large black ring had formed around her now-swollen eye, “Oh, no!” she cried, then looked up, “You’re taking me to the hospital wing!”
“Why?” Sirius asked.
“Because this,” she pointed at here eye, “is the second time this year you have hurt me! You’re abusive!”
“Just like your boyfriend,” Sirius muttered as he grabbed Adara’s bag.
Adara shoved the mirror in her own pocket as she led the way down the tower steps, “What do you mean ‘just like my boyfriend?’ Jay has never hurt me!” Adara told him.
“Oh yeah? What about that time he hit you on the back at lunch!” Sirius retorted.
Adara thought back to when Jayden might have done that, and nothing was coming to mind until, “Oh,” she laughed, “you mean that time I was choking?”
She looked back and saw Sirius scowl and mutter something she couldn’t hear, “Why do you hate him so much?” she asked as they headed down a nearby corridor. Adara didn’t even think twice as she past her Astronomy classroom, where class was due to start in three minutes.
“I don’t hate him.” Sirius said.
Sirius scowled, “That’s ladylike,” he told her.
“Sorry, but that was funny,” Adara smiled, “now, really, why do you hate him? If it’s some ridiculous house rivalry, that’s just insane, you’re what, sixteen now?”
“Seventeen, in March!”
“Exactly, now, why?”
Sirius sighed as they turned a corner and started down more steps, “I just don’t like him. Never have.”
“You’ve never talked to him except for this year,” Adara pointed out.
“I can ‘not like’ people from afar. I’m very talented.”
“I just don’t like him, what is this, twenty questions?” he said, getting agitated.
Adara sighed and decided to drop the subject for now, “Fine.”
They walked the rest of the way to the hospital wing in silence… until Adara walked into a corner because she couldn’t see out of her right eye. That was when Sirius laughed and led Adara the rest of the way by her shoulders.
“Poppy!” Sirius called, again.
“Sirius!” the nurse came running out of the office, “are you okay? Are you bleeding again? Did your arm not he—”
“Take a Relaxing Remedy, Poppy, I’m fine,” Sirius assured her, “It’s Adara. She seems to have found another way to injure herself.”
Adara scowled at Sirius and opened her mouth to point out that Sirius had been the reason for her injuries, but Madam Pomfrey cut her off, “My dear! You have a black eye!” she gasped.
“Thanks, I hadn’t noticed,” Adara muttered.
“Here, sit you down on a cot and I’ll go get the rub…” the nurse hurried away and Adara threw herself on the nearest bed.
“Thanks to you, she probably thinks I’m really bad a suicide attempts,” Adara told Sirius sharply as he sat down on the bed across from hers and threw her bag behind him.
“Well, at least you have me to thwart them,” he laughed.
“Yeah, except that you’re the one to initiates my self-harming attacks,” Adara said matter-of-factly.
“There is that little thing,” his eyes twinkled with happiness.
Adara let out a laugh as the nurse came back in and began to rub on the remedy for bruises a bit to roughly. Adara thought it must have been because the nurse thought Adara was hurting herself, but when she noticed how the nurse scowled at her when Sirius insisted he was going to say with Adara while the potion sunk in and thought that it might be a bit of jealousy.
Nah, what does she have to be jealous of? She’s friends with Sirius, too.
Adara and Sirius missed Astronomy, but caught Xeno on the way to lunch and he informed them that they hadn’t missed much and that the next class was scheduled for Saturday at midnight.
They separated in the Great Hall as Adara went to the Ravenclaw table (now bruise-free) and Sirius parted to the Gryffindor one.
Adara slid in at the table across from Jayden and in between Christine and Laila. She caught view of the Gryffindor table just long enough to notice that Sirius had sat down beside James, who was staring at her.
“What’s wrong?” Jayden asked her.
“What?” Adara looked at him.
“Oh, I… er… just don’t like French onion soup,” Adara covered up.
“Really? I thought it was your favorite?” Christine said.
Adara threw her a ‘shut-up-I’ll-tell-you-later’ look and said, “Yeah, I just mean I’m not in the mood for it now.”
“Oh, right,” Christine nodded. Jayden looked happy, too. Adara poured some regular vegetable soup into her bowl, a bit angry that she couldn’t enjoy her French Onion soup all because of James.
She sighed and contented herself with the fact that she only had to suffer through double charms before she could play Quidditch again, something that was looking more and more appealing as the day passed.
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“You want me to…” he waved his hand at her jeans button.
“Unbutton my jeans? Yeah,” Adara said awkwardly.
“Er…” Sirius said as the wand let off another rounds of sparks and Adara moaned in pain.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
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