"Get Up, Freak." How lovely. Good morning to you too, Petunia.

BUT THEN, I THINK OF MY LIFE…    “Well, well, well, Evans.”     AND HOW MUCH IT SUCKS.

I have the best luck in the world.

“34B. Not too bad, Evans.”

“You should know, Prongs and I love back seats.”

Unexpectedly, strong arms slide around my waist and lift me up so my heels are just above the ground.

I feel myself start to sweat. He couldn’t possibly be interested…in me?

I stop and look at him quizzically. “Peter Pan?”   “Man in tights,” he laughs, giving me that marauder grin.

“You picked the wrong day to come here to brew a big pot of friendship, Longbottom.”    “Why is that, Finelly?”

Why do guys go the bathroom around the same time just to pee? And they complain about girls going to the bathroom in groups…

“What he’s doing to you has this reaction: you can’t stop thinking about him. And I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

Sirius pretends to be innocent. “I have a lamentable lack of keeping to myself.”

Peter sighs. “I heard your poem Sirius, and trust me; you don’t wanna say it to any human, animal, or magical creature.”

“Jessica came over my house for a sleepover a couple weeks ago…”      “Oh, dear,” Jessica sighs, falling back on the ground.

Possibly the worst night to try on the LIBERATION tiara with pride.

“Sixth Year is driving me mad.”            I grunt. “You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”

“SHUT UP! Nancy Drew time, you mangy mongrel!” Madame Pince has just popped up from her library counter and greeted us with her presence. NOT.

But I feel like my brain is all fluffy and float-y. Like it’s taken a swim in the ocean. So relaxing...

“Think about it. You haven’t tried to make peace with him because of who knows what, and then you snog him. You don’t know why you did it, and you’re mind is stabbing you to come up with a conclusion to help you understand the point.”       I rub my forehead. “Frank, you are SO complicated.”

“It’s first period, Sirius. Please work with me here. You have no idea how bad my day is going to pan out today. I at least want to start decently so when I crash and burn, I won’t go up in flames completely.”

“You might want to leave before something starts.”

“I’ll leave when I wanna leave,” he tells Frank.

I look her in the eyes for the first time in a while. And for some reason, I want to get her in an abandoned classroom.

Not for that, you hormonal teenager!

“What ever Frank said, or might have mentioned…don’t trust him. They’re all lies,” he almost roars. I ignore the ringing in my ears, and the silence his ear-splitting voice just broke, as he continues.

“But, you’re black eye – it’s from James.”

Eyebrows together in thought and wonder, Frank responds with a long, “No…”

“No?”

“Not at all.”

“If James didn’t, who did?”

“Amos Diggory.”

“Ah, yes. The lovely Leslie. She’s a fox, isn’t she?”

“I know you’re doing this just to spite me, James Potter. And just so you know… it isn’t affecting me at all. In fact, I kind of feel sorry for the poor girl that has to deal with you.”

“A group?” I ask off topic. “Do they have koala groups?”

“I don’t know, they seem really vicious. Maybe it’s a herd? Like a herd of sheep?”

“A herd of koalas,” I say flatly.

“Yeah, or like a social system of koalas.”

“So how’ve you been?” Sirius nonchalantly asks me. I turn to him and don’t even bother to push away the hair covering my face.

“…that’s a good look for you. I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then?” He raises his eyebrows enchantingly.

“I had hair like Edward Cullen before all this!” he whines, utterly upset.

“Are you crying?” I ask, disgusted. Or flabbergasted. I can’t decide.

“NO,” Peter screeches strongly. Dear God, his screeching is worse than when Petunia was trying to learn to play the harmonica when I was six. Merlin.

His first attempt at conversation is, “Why is Prongs half naked? Or am I the only one thinking about that?”

“Hey! We don’t pretend! We show our dislike for each other, but, I guess… sometimes we just wanna kiss each other so we just kinda…” She trails off.

“Take each other by the hair and go at it?” Emma quickly adds, jumping on her bed.

Jessica narrows her eyes. “I heard that.”

“You were meant to!”