It felt like the world had stopped. All of a sudden, it was just Remus and I. Nothing else mattered. Not the potions essay, not NEWTs next year.
Not even Michael. Oh, mushroom. I started pulling back, my breath ragged.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Sirius' voice came from the doorway. Why me?
"Hi," I said tiredly, resting my head back on Remus' chest.
I had such a headache.
Wait, what happened last night? All I really remember is dancing with Remus and snogging Michael. Merlin, I'm a slag!
Ow . . . My head hurts so badly. It feels like someone attacked it with a jackhammer. Maybe some did? Gosh, I'm acting like an idiot.
I fluttered open my eyelids. The light. Ouch.
Wait. This is not the girls' dormitory. I shot up, making my head spin.
"Ow!" I felt like cursing.
Mushroom. I looked over to find Sirius grinning.
"I see you came back with Remus last night." He kept grinning. How was he still this chirpy?
"I did?" I asked.
Sirius' grin disappeared. "You don't remember?"
Remus came in with a glass of water. "Of course she doesn't. She was drunker than you. You would not believe how many times she threw up." He handed me the water and a hangover potion. I mumbled thanks.
"So you don't remember—"
Remus cut Sirius off. "She probably doesn't remember much at all."
"I remember a little of the beginning, some dancing, and snogging Michael." I paused for a second, thinking. "That's about it."
Sirius looked disappointed.
Remus looked away.
"Did I do something stupid?" I asked, feeling heat rush to my face.
"No, not at all."
"I barely remember anything," I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "And thank Merlin for hangover potions."
"I second that statement," Ashley muttered, rubbing her temples.
"How are you feeling, Leslie?"
She grinned. "On top of the world."
I glared at her. "Then I hate you."
She shrugged. "I expected nothing less."
I sighed and got up. "I'm going to go find Michael."
I found him in the library. "Hey, Michael." I smiled slightly, sitting down across from him.
"Hello, Elizabeth." He smiled and tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. I blushed. "Where do you go last night?"
"I don't really remember much." I blushed harder. "But apparently Remus couldn't get me back to the Girls' dormitory, so he let me crash on his bed."
Michaels face hardened. "Oh."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't really like him," he admitted. Huh. That's weird.
"It doesn't have to do with you," Michael said, looking away.
"Oh," I said quietly, leaning back in my chair.
"I didn't mean it like that, Elizabeth," he said, looking guilty.
I was late.
I was late for patrols and I really hope Remus wasn't going to kill me. Because it seems like a lot of people would these days.
"I'm sosorry, Remus!" I cried as soon as he came into view.
He looked amused at my messy appearance. "I was helping Michael studying in the common room and lost track of time," I explained, straightening my shirt.
"It's fine. We can just patrol a little longer."
I looked up at him. "You're an awful person," I informed him.
He smirked. "I know." Swoon.
Merlin, why is it almost everything he says makes me swoon?
"So, let us begin. Shall we?" I smiled, satisfied that my clothes were perfectly straight.
"S-sure." Did he just stumble over a word? That's weird.
"Come on, minion," I said, skipping forward. "Let's bust these kids."
For the first time in my life, I enjoyed rounds. Yeah, I know. Remus actually made it enjoyable.
"Well, that was actually somewhat fun," I declared.
Remus chuckled. Swoon again. Merlin, Elizabeth, get over him. "Rounds are never fun."
I gave him a puppy dog face. "Not even with me?" My lower lip quivered.
"Well, I've never had rounds with you before, Elizabeth."
I grinned. "Exactly. I make it fun. Unfortunately, Robert Hemmingway does not agree." I sighed dramatically. "It's his fault for having such a large stick up his mushroom cap."
Remus raised an eyebrow. "Mushroom cap?"
I rolled my eyes. "Arse. Merlin, Remus, get with it."
"I am not an arse!" Remus joked.
"Alright, Remmy," I said condescendingly, patting him on his arm.
He chuckled again. Won't he ever stop doing that? He makes it muchtoo hot. Who knew a chuckle could be hot? Certainly not me.
"Off to your common room then, Lizzie."
I glared at him. "Don't call me that."
"I said don't call me that!"
I grinned. "Thank you."
As I walked away, I could hear him mutter "Lizzie" under his breath.
"I heard that!" I sang.
"Would you stop that?" I asked.
"Stop what?" Ashley looked confused.
"Picking your nails."
She snorted. "Like you can actually hear it."
"Actually, I can," I informed her. "It sounds weird, but it's true."
Ashley rolled her eyes. "Alright, Elizabeth." But she did stop. So I appreciate it.
"Hello, Michael." I smiled and gave him a kiss when he came over.
"Hello, Elizabeth." He sat down next to me. Ashley cleared her throat. "Hello, Ashley. Leslie, Katie."
Leslie just glared at him. I "subtly" smacked her.
"Hello, Davies," she muttered. I smiled at her.
"Thank you," I whispered to her.
"Oh, look at the time! Got to go! See you later, Ash, Katie, Elizabeth." She leaped up and ran off.
I raised my eyebrows. "That was weird."
Ashley shrugged. "That was Leslie."
"That's very true. Anyway, what's up, Michael?"
"I think we should discuss what we're going to do at Hogsmeade."
Katie snorted and said, "I'm out of here."
"Wait for me!" Ashley leaped up and followed her.
I laughed. "Sorry, that was just them being them."
Michael smiled. "Of course. So what are some places you want to go?"
"Honeydukes." I declared.
Michael chuckled. "Anywhere else?"
"Anything but Madam Puddifoots." I shuddered. "I hate that place."
"How about Zonko's."
I sighed. "Sure. You boys and your Zonko's."
"And the Three Broomsticks?"
I giggled. "Of course!"
He paused for a second. "I can't think of many places."
"Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop." I smiled dreamily. "I have a slight obsession with that place. They have amazing quills."
Michael laughed. "Alright."
"Other than that, I'm good."
"Me too. See you later?" Michael asked.
I nodded. "Bye."
He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
Mmmm . . .
"Hey, Remus!" I cried, running after him. "What's up?"
He turned to look at me. "Hello, Elizabeth. I was going to the library."
I grinned. "I just left."
"Finished your potions essay?" he asked.
I made a face. "Yeah, but it was awful to write."
"Well, it is potions."
I nodded. "I think Slughorn secretly hates me."
"I think Slughorn secretly hates everyone who isn't in Slug Club." Remus replied.
I gave him a look. "You're in Slug Club."
"Doesn't mean I don't think that."
I shrugged. "Alright-y."
He flashed me a smile.
"Why are you following me around, Sirius?" I sighed.
"Those are stalkerish tendencies, you know." I informed him.
"Well, I am here to try to help you get Remus." He speaks!
I rolled my eyes. "I have a boyfriend, Sirius."
He scoffed. "So?"
"I like said boyfriend."
"But you like Remus." No duh.
"Not anymore." I'm such a liar.
"You're such a liar."
Did he just read my mind? I think he did.
"Why would you think that?" I asked innocently.
"Because I can read your mind." He said that in a very sarcastic tone, luckily. "No, you're still not very subtle."
I huffed. "I like Michael."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do.
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"Yes, you do."
"Thank you for agreeing with me." I smiled, and started walking off.
"Hey! You were supposed to fall for that!" Sirius cried, walking after me.
"Oh, please. I never fall for that sort of thing. Just ask Lily Evans."
Sirius stopped for a second. "What does Lily have to do with anything?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Nothing."
I was late. I had gotten caught up in the library, and was out after curfew. Urgh!
Suddenly, I ran into a body. Mushroom! My books went flying. I gathered my things. When I looked up, I saw Remus Lupin and Lily Evans standing there. Patrols. Dammit.
"Er, hi." I said, standing up.
"Lizzie." Evans said. I glared.
"Don't call me that."
Evans smirked. "Liz."
"Stop calling me that."
"Stop calling me that!" Merlin, I hate her.
I couldn't take it. She was deliberately provoking me. So I hexed her.
What? She deserved it.
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