Chapter 8 : Chapter 8 - Moments Lost
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"Miss Samuel? Miss Samuel, can you hear me?"
I groaned. Honestly, can people not respect other people's sleep? Blinking groggily, I looked up into the face of our matron. "Unfortunately," I replied, mumbling.
She examined me with her scrutinising gaze. "If you say so, Miss Samuel. How are you feeling?"
She frowned, slamming a bottle of something down onto the bedside table. "Take this, then get out."
I have the feeling she doesn't like me much.
Suddenly I was trampled by an elephant, causing me to drop the Charms text book I was holding. Well, okay, it wasn't an elephant. It was Sirius. But there are no physical differences anyway. Elephants are more intelligent, of course.
"Are you alright?" he asked into my shoulder, his arms still wrapped firmly around me.
"I'm - "
I was trampled by another elephant. Where are they all coming from?
Oh, it was Soph.
Sirius drew away from the hug and sauntered off to the Gryffindor table so that Soph could have me to hug all to themselves.
"Sophia! What's up?"
"I honestly thought you were going to drown! I was just at lunch and then this rumour came around that you had drowned in the lake and I was like 'Oh my gosh!' but then by the time I got out there you were being carried up on a stretcher and thank Merlin Sirius saved you - "
"Sirius saved me?" I looked over at him where he was sitting with the other Marauders, laughing at some unknown joke that Potter had just cracked.
"Yeah." Soph followed my gaze to where he was sitting. "You don't have feelings for him in that way, do you?"
I shook my head, but I wasn't so sure. I knew he was a player, but when I was with him, it was as if there was a whole knew side he had which I didn't even know about. A side where he wasn't a player. A side where he was funny and charming and sweet and interested in me. A side where he was gentle with me, never pushing me into anything.
Charms passed in a blur as always, Professor Blair interrupting my inner thoughts only occasionally with a question which I almost always didn't know the answer to.
Then it was time for Potions.
Sirius sat sprawled out casually on his chair at the desk we shared together, an easy smile sliding onto his face as I entered the room.
"Raspberry, my love, how are you?" he asked, yanking me down onto my seat. I let my books fall onto the desk with a thump. Dust motes rose into the air, almost like little tiny snowflakes, except going up instead of down. I watched them for a few more moments whilst calculating my response. Be truthful and say 'crap', or try and act cheerful just for him and use the standard response of 'fine'?
I decided to go with the latter. "Fine. How much of the essay on our potion have you done?"
He shrugged. "Enough." Then he grinned, changing the subject. "It's our first Hogsmeade visit tomorrow. Do you and your little friend want to come with us boys?"
My mood lightened a little at the thought of that little wizarding town I had grown to love so much over the years. Honeydukes was enough to lift anyone's spirit. "Okay. But don't call Sophia little to her face. She'll probably slap you."
Sophia has an issue with her height. I think it just makes her even more endearing than usual, but she herself hates it.
He laughed, his face glowing, the same it had been at breakfast in the great hall. That reminded me. "You never told me you saved me," I accused him.
"Sorry. Next time I'll leave you to drown."
I grinned, looking down at my hands as I often did in our conversations. "Thank you, Sirius," I said.
"It was my pleasure, Raspberry," he said, putting his finger underneath my chin and lifting my face to look me in the eye. My mind went blank. He had never touched my face before. He opened his mouth to say something but Slughorn interrupted us.
"Get on with your work, please," he rumbled, his huge stomach wobbling as he talked. We took out the essay obediently, the moment lost.
Everyone was an early riser that morning, excited for the first trip to Hogsmeade of the year.
"How should I do my hair?" I asked Soph, staring into the mirror. I wanted to wear it the same as I had the day the Slytherins had confronted us out by the lake, but I thought it might bring back harsh memories for Sirius. "How about that one I had when the guys pulled that prank with the bra on me? Did you like that one?"
"Oh, that one that was almost silvery?" She nodded. "That was really pretty."
I did my hair and picked out a guacamole-coloured shirt and dark blue skinny jeans, adding on a brown cardigan and a scarf. I picked up my coat from where it was lying on top of my trunk.
"Ready?" I asked.
Sophia nodded. "Let's go."
The Three Broomsticks was abuzz with conversation, crammed to the brim with Hogwarts students, locals and passing visitors alike. The Marauders, Sophia and I sat in the far right corner, at a table designed for three. I was sharing a chair with Sirius, Sophia was sharing a chair with James, and Remus and Peter were wedged uncomfortable in a little armchair.
"... Meeting up with Lily tonight... Head's duties..." James was saying, his words hard to distinguish in the din of the pub. Sophia was nodding along, looking up at him through her eyelashes in an adoring way, though he didn't appear to have noticed. Remus had taken a pocket-sized book out of his coat pocket and was absorbed in reading it, whilst Peter occasionally glanced over his shoulder to read it too. Sirius was listening half-heartedly to James whilst simultaneously checking out his reflection on the back of a spoon. I was just sitting there, distinctly aware of his hand on my knee and his body pressed up close against mine. Due to the inconvenient amount of bodies populating the little pub, it was swelteringly hot, and I was beginning to regret wearing so many layers of clothing.
"Do you want to go outside?" Sirius' warm breath tickled my skin, sending little electric signals all the way down to my toes.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Come on guys, we should go outside, we need to check out some of the shops," he announced, helping me to stand up before rising himself. We followed him in a long line out of the pub, tripping over chair legs and table legs and other people's legs along the way.
We stood in a huddle just outside of the pub, contemplating where to go next.
"We should go to Zonko's," James insisted. Peter nodded in agreement.
"Honeydukes," Sirius and I said simultaneously. We glanced at each other, silly smirks on our faces because we'd said it at the same time, before turning back to the others.
"I want to go to that quill shop just down the high street," said Remus.
"Oh, you mean Scrivenshaft's?" asked Sophia. "I wouldn't mind going there myself."
"Well, it looks like it's all set then," said James. "Sophia and Moony can go to that quill shop, me and Wormtail can go to Zonko's, and Raspberry and Padfoot can go to Honeydukes."
We set off in opposite directions, Sirius and I turning around so that the wind was hitting us full on.
"So, what's the reason for those nicknames you all have?" I asked, stuffing my hands in my pockets as we strolled along the cobbled street. He didn't answer straight away, and I looked at him to see why. He had his mouth open, as if he were about to answer, but wasn't quite sure what to say.
"Uh... You know, because..."
"Why are you called Padfoot?" I asked.
"I... I have padded feet?"
I snorted. It sounded like a question. "Okay, I won't bother you about it if you don't want to tell me." There was a tinge of hurt in my voice. Why couldn't I know? It was just a nickname, why did it's origins have to be so secret?
Sirius must have noticed this tinge of hurt too, since he said, "Look, Raspberry, I would tell you if I could, but I'm sworn to secrecy on this. And plus, it's not my secret to tell."
"Okay," I murmured.
"You understand?" he asked.
"I understand," I said. It was not his secret to tell. Okay, I could understand that. Kind of.
We entered Honeydukes without a further word on it, discussing only which sweets to buy and which ones to never go within an inch of your entire life. About ten minutes later, just as it was starting to drizzle slightly, we stepped outside again, our bags filled with an assortment of sweets.
"So..." I said, to fill the awkward silence that lay heavily in the air between us. A rain drop splattered onto my nose. "Did you know that turtles can breathe through their bums?"
I did not just say that.
"I didn't know that," Sirius replied, bemused.
Oh dear God, I did just say that.
I felt my face getting redder and redder as the silence continued between us. He was probably thinking I was a right weirdo for knowing random facts about turtles' bums.
"You look so pretty when you blush," Sirius murmured suddenly, stepping towards me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was close. He was closer than he'd ever been before. I found myself staring openly at his lips, which were hovering a little above mine. Now that I thought about it, they did look -
Sirius and I jerked apart, giving each other bewildered looks before turning to find James and Peter.
"Prongs," he said weakly, smiling. A few minutes of chatting later his normal grin was back, the moment he'd had with me not long ago already lost.
I stood beside him, listening half-heartedly to the conversation, feeling almost as lost as the moment.
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