In the Tower
Chapter Fourteen: Enter Students
Summary: Nuh uh! And besides, I don't even remember it.
Disclaimer: This is the fiftieth time I've written a disclaimer, did you know that? I do own anything that you recognize. What you don't recognize, I don't really own that either.
Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to my good friend, Sam, who is the character Somailia in this story. Yeah, I don't really have much to say actually. Let's see: Um… Sirius, and then Lily, and then Katie, Remus, Somalia. Lot's of different POV'S.
Previously, on Smallville: Well, it's not Smallville, sorry to disappoint you.
Previously: "Well, I believe are plan is done. Shall we give them all some private time?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore, with an implying tone in her voice that clearly meant stop prying into kid's lives. He turned and looked at her with pleading eyes, and she shook her head at him. The woman had a heart of stone. "No, no more budging into other student's lives. We are done," then she added in an undertone, "for today." Then she straightened her shoulders and squared her back. "Come, Albus, breakfast will be served soon."
As they left, a misted shape took the form of a small; seventeen-year old boy howling in pain as a skull embedded itself into his arm. And then it vanished as soon as it came.
"Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone. I give ye my Body, that we Two might be one. I give ye my Spirit, `til our Life shall be done." Old, Gaelic Blood/ Marriage vow. And I wanna take it at my wedding!
Sirius grinned happily as he looked at the train, the scarlet engine puffing and the whistle blowing at random moments, making all the girls scream and some of the boys too. He laughed and lugged his trunk to the train, throwing it unceremoniously into the little… place where they keep all the baggage. He looked around the place, craning his neck and even standing on his tiptoes, but didn't see anyone he would want to talk to, though he recognized them all. He sighed, but kept his grin on, and hopped onto the train, skipping to the end of the train, where he threw open the door and he plopped himself down on one of the very comfortable benches. He twirled his wand around in his hand, and occasionally banged it, softly though so he wouldn't snap it, on the other bench, a good old rock song stuck in his head. The door slid open and he didn't even lift his head, he could tell by the light footfall it was the girl he wanted to see.
"'Lo, Katie," He told her, leaning back and gazing up at her, smirking cutely. She smiled a small smile at him, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and sitting on the bench in front of him.
"Sirius," She said to him plainly, opening up a book and sticking her nose in it.
"Watcher reading?" He asked her, stretching luxuriously and setting his feet next to her.
"The Andromeda Strain," she said to him, shortly again, not even looking up from the pages. His grin faded from his face, and he stood up and sat next to her. She hunched her shoulders around her book, as she felt his breath on her neck, though he was only trying to read over her shoulder. She whined, "Don't read over my shoulder, please!"
"Why not?" He said, rubbing his hand up and down her arm, soothingly.
"Because, Sirius, I am trying to concentrate on something. But, being who you are, I don't think you would know the meaning of that word." Sirius made a hissing noise, sucking his breath in between his extremely perfect teeth.
"Ooh! Burn!" He exclaimed, pulling back but putting an arm over her shoulders, casually. She shrugged it off. He did it again. So did she. He did it again, and she didn't respond to him at all. He groaned miserably, after ten minutes of the cold treatment. "Why are you being so mean to me?" He said, acting like his usual demeanor, five years old.
She looked up at him, distracted. "I am trying to read a book, Sirius. Is it really that complicated to figure out that I want to at least finish it before the train ride is over? Or am I not implying that heavily enough?" He hissed at her again, spitting like a cat. "You are so immature." Then she stood up and sat in the seat he had vacated, not so recently ago. "I don't want to be here any more than it shows." She looked around again, her thumb marking her place in the book. "Where are Peter and Remus?"
He shrugged, nonchalant, "Dunno. Probably hanging out with some other chicka's up in the joint." She raised an eyebrow at him.
"You have no idea how stupid you sounded, you know."
He grinned cockily at her. "I know perfectly well how stupid I sounded."
She sighed, opening the book again, and skimming the page for her place she left off at. She found it and murmured, "You sound stupider than you look."
"Why are you burning me so often?" He cried placing a hand to his chest and looking at her, mock offended. "It's more than a man can take!" She snorted at him, still reading. "Now that was an insult to my manliness, Miss Ah Bleu."
"Don't care," she said to him in a singsong voice, turning the page, captivated.
"Cruel hearted, ye are, ye know." He said, with a very bad Scottish accent.
"One:" she said, dog earring her page and giving him the look, "You are not Scottish, don't ever try to be. Two: You're saying `ye' too much to even make it sound realistic. Three: You're doing this just to make me show something, right?" She said, catching the look on his face, which was smug and triumphant. "Oh go to hell." She said, slouching back into the bench and opening her book again.
The door to their apartment was opened slowly and a medium height girl with auburn hair and brown eyes popped her head into the room. "I hope I'm not disrupting anything," she said, looking between Sirius and Katie, "but, uh, Remus told me this is where the Marauders usually sit." The door was opened wider and Remus who was trying to get in shoved her, very softly, in the small of her back.
"Really, Somailia, its no big thing. Sirius and Katie," he bowed gentleman like to her, and she answered with a sweeping tilt of her head, "are having another spat. I haven't heard you guys yell at each other in a long time." He sat next to Sirius after staring at he and Katie for a moment. "Katie," he finally asked, sighing exasperated, "what was he doing?"
She grumbled the answer under her breath. "Excuse?" Remus said.
"I said," she told him, not looking up or looking at Somailia, "that `Sirius was trying to be Scottish again.' And you know how his impersonations suck."
"I beg your pardon!" Sirius said, his voice sounding the tinniest bit hurt. "My impersonations do not suck! Don't underestimate my talent!"
Katie snorted at him, "What talent?"
He stood up, and immediately sat back down. Then he stood back up, a few moments later, for the train had started when he stood up before, knocking him off balance. "Oh, it's on!" He said, holding his hands up in a boxer position. Katie waved the threat away.
"You couldn't hurt me if you tried, and you know that as well as I do. And besides, it's not proper etiquette. No male is allowed to ever hit a female; it is entirely against the order of society." Then she raised her head at him in a regal manner. "And besides," she started, snobbishly, "you know you would never be able to get a punch in before I had you on your knees."
"Oh you know that I want you right in front of me if I'm on my knees." He told her, wiggling his eyebrows and leering at her.
"You are a disgusting pig." She told him simply, finally putting the book away because she knew she would never be able to get any of it done. She turned to Somailia, who was looking between Sirius and Katie with a raised eyebrow. Katie waved a hand, casually, in Sirius' direction, knowing that he had sat down, fuming. "Oh he's just being a stubborn jackass. He's usually just a jackass on his good days."
"Miss Ah Bleu?" Somailia said, with an actually strong French accent.
"Yes, Miss Vango?" Katie asked back, with the same esteem and snobbish look on her face.
"Why in all of the seven hells are you being, of all things, snobbish?" She asked Katie, her fingers quoting, snobbish. Katie laughed lightly at her, messing with her hair, while Sirius watched her reflection pretending to look out the window and Remus dug into a book.
"My snobbish side takes over when I show someone up," Katie said, giving Somailia a pointed look and then looked at the window and glared at the pretending Sirius who was trying to be looking very innocent staring up at the clouds.
"Right," Somailia said, confused, "of course." Then she laughed and slapped her knee. "That's a knee slapper!" She said in a stupid voice, with a grin on her face that perfectly matched it. "You have no snobbish side!"
"Aye, I know." Katie said, fixing her hair into a loose ponytail that hung at the base of her neck. "But pretending to be snobbish is kind of fun. But imagine being that snobbish every day!" She shuddered at the though, giving a some what less mad look over at Sirius, her eyes showing a hint of apology and amusement. "Imagine being Sindy Park!"
"Yes," Sirius butted in gracefully, looking at the girls proper now, "Imagine!"
Remus and Katie both gave him a look, and said together in very snobbish voices, "It shouldn't be that hard for you." Somailia giggled helplessly. Sirius sent her a look and smiled sweetly at Katie, ignoring the comment that she said, and then he turned to Remus and gave him the look he always gives when he wants to give him a lecture on a man's ego.
"It's harder than you think, being me." He told them with a tilt of his head, and Katie laughed out loud, before giggling hysterically, and then falling on the floor, crying. Remus was, likewise, under the same influence. Somailia, who didn't know Sirius that well, only from afar and from what Katie and all the other seventh and sixth year Ravenclaws told her. Which was he was a pretty good shag, and a helluva good kisser. And that he groped on the first date… But she looked past that with a slight smile on her face, and stood up for him, much to Remus' and Katie's, and, truly, Sirius's surprise.
"I'm sure it's much worse than you let on, of course. Tell me about it," she said to him, thoughtfully, resting her chin on her hands and giving him her full attention. Katie choked on her hysteric tears. "You've never truly talked to me before, without the occasional flirt in passing with your flavor of the week hanging on your arm and throwing me a look over your oblivious shoulder."
"Uh…" Sirius said, glancing down at Katie, who was wiping her tears on her sleeve and brushing Remus' for him as well. Remus was choking out a thank you while tears were still leaking from his eyes. Katie composed herself and with surprising strength, hauled Remus to his feet and placed him in his seat, taking care that he wouldn't fall out of it again. She finally sat back and looked at Sirius, a look that said, oh great bluff now please cover it for her ignorance to it. He sent her a small smile, and she rolled her eyes and pulled out her book again.
"Well," he said slouching in his chair and flipping his hair over his shoulder with casual grace that usually made the girls drool at him and gawk in awe. But Somailia just kind of smiled at him, politely, and waited patiently for him to continue, knowing that Remus had his eyes fixed on her subtly over the top of his book. "I don't have as much of a tale to tell as some would think," he started, running a hand through his hair in thought.
"My parents are pureblooded freaks. Everything must be exactly how they want it and need it. Every Black in the last three hundred years has been in Slytherin. I am the first Black ever to land himself in Gryffindor. I have a cousin and an uncle who act like I do, who go against the Black's. I, like them, was burned off the Black family tree. I ran away from them when I was fifteen, to Jamie's house. His parents took me in without a second thought, and they're my real family. Blood isn't always as thick as it seems, you know." He said, losing himself in his rant, that he didn't even notice Somailia excuse herself from his story to sit between he and Remus, resting her head on Remus' shoulder, and he instantly relaxed, for he had been sitting tense and alert next to Sir.
He continued telling the story, and Somailia patiently listened, but she fell asleep after the first hour or two. Katie, who finished her book and was bored as hell for she didn't bring another, sat in front of Sirius and calmly put her hands on his knees, squeezing them to get his attention. "You don't have to say anymore," She said quietly, "I know the rest."
He looked at her; his eyes no longer glazed, and inquired, softly too, "where's Somailia?"
Katie nodded over at Somailia and Remus, and Sirius tilted his head and looked at them. They were both asleep, Somailia's head in the crook of Remus' neck, and his head resting on top of hers. Sirius slowly got up and moved Remus so he and Somailia were stretched out completely on the bench, lying down on it fully.
"When'd they drop off?" He asked, sitting next to Katie and wrapped an arm, hesitantly, around Katie, and she surprising Sirius, rested her head on his shoulder.
"Well, Somailia about an hour or so ago, and Remie a half hour after that." She smiled. "I couldn't, your voice was getting loud and distracting."
"Then my voice must show off my demeanor." He said pulling Katie closer to him. She moved without complaint, and her eyelids drooped with fatigue. "Why ya so sleepy?" He asked her, resting his head on hers, so they looked almost exactly like Somailia and Remus adjacent from them.
"Had a bad night," she said to him sleepily, holding back a yawn.
"Why?"
"Because I didn't have a good sleep,"
"Why?" Gosh, he sounds like a five-year-old.
"Is this twenty questions or something?" She said, closing her eyes.
"Why?"
"Because you're asking me so many questions,"
"Why'd you not have a good sleep?"
"Because I couldn't get to sleep,"
"Why?"
"Because I was thinking about, things, people, feelings, money, power."
"Why?"
"Cause people made me think about it more seriously than I ever had before."
"Who?"
"Someone,"
"Who?"
"You, mainly,"
"Why?"
"Because you left all of that behind to be someone, a real person. You left money, you left power, to have what you really craved." And with that, she fell asleep on his shoulder, leaving him wondering what exactly he was craving.
Lily stretched out fully in James' arms, his body molded against hers. She opened her eyes peacefully and shrieked at what she saw. James jerked behind her, scrambling out of bed his eyes still closed in sleep. He opened them and looked around the room with careful, searching eyes. He didn't see anything, and then his gaze followed hers and he laughed, slowly, as a person who wasn't getting a joke.
"Really, Lily, it's just a house elf. I known you've seen them before." Then he stood from his crouched position on the floor and climbed back into the bed. When Lily didn't respond to the weight shift of the bed, making her tilt toward him, he sighed and ran his hand through his very messy, for not only did he have his regular mop but bed head, and said to the house elf, "Patty, what are you doing here? Cleaning the towels?"
"No, Mister Potter, sir! I was checking up on you and the madam here, sir!"
"Why?" James asked for Lily, who was still staring at the house elf with wide eyes.
"Because, Mister Potter sir, they told me to."
"Who told you to?"
"Messieurs. Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew." And then she added in an undertone, though her voice was very high pitched so James could hear every word, "And Mister Dumbledore."
"What are you checking up for?" James said, wrapping an arm around Lily's waist and pulling her close to him, warily looking at Patty. But, you can't really be wary of a house elf, can you?
Patty blushed; "Messier Black told me to be looking for sha-" James ran over and covered the elf's mouth with his hand.
"Uh, it's somewhere around her, Patty, but don't look too hard."
"Yes, sir." And then she left, shutting something behind her. Lily snapped up, getting closer to the wall, running her fingers over it.
"Lil? What are you doing?" He asked, watching her, squinting. He didn't have his glasses on yet.
"Did you not see it, Jamie?" She asked him, hitting the wall.
"See what?"
"The portrait was open! She went in and out through it! We could have got out!"
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive, James!" She said, ramming her knuckles hard on the wall until they bled. She went to the bathroom and washed the wound thoroughly, before taking a towel and pressing it on her hand. "Very, very positive." She told him, noticing the look on his face and tightening her hold on the towel wrapped around her knuckles.
"I never said I didn't believe you," he said, hurt.
"It was implied, James."
"Right…" He sat up and walked over to her, holding her injured hand gingerly in his rather large, warm one. "Lemme see it."
"No, James, really! It's isn't as bad as I make it look." She was lying to him, of course, for he could see some blood that stained the towel, regardless of the layers it was bundled under. "Ow, ow oowww." She whimpered as the towel came off reluctantly, as it seemed to have attached itself to her dried blood.
He lifted up her hand and examined it critically. He looked at it from every angle he could, and then, quite simply, he placed his lips on it and kissed it gently. He looked up at her and she smiled down at him. "Feel better?" He said, lifting his head from her hand but still holding it.
She sighed out, "much better, yes." He smirked and kissed her hand again. And then he kissed her on the cheek, and she let out more slowly, but quick, breathes. "Bye!" He suddenly called out, and ran quickly into the bathroom, turning on the water full blast. And from what Lily could tell, and the abrupt yell of surprise and comfort, that the water was quite cold.
Lily smiled and fell back on the bed, clutching her injured hand in her other, and fell asleep holding them against her chest.
Lily woke up a few hours later, feeling caresses down her neck and face. She waved groggily, "stop it, James." It stopped, and it laughed, and collapsed on the bed next to her. She smiled stupidly at James, and he rebounded the same smile back at her.
"Willing to go up to the tower?" He asked, staring right at her face and rubbing his thumb over her hand. She shrugged and moved closer to him.
"Sure, why not?" She was about to get up and walk when instead he jumped up from his side of the bed and scooped her up, making her squeal in surprise. But she wrapped her arms around his neck nonetheless and rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh of contentment. "You're such a lovey-dovey dork." She told him in his shoulder. She felt him smile, and she couldn't help but smile into his shoulder, as he threw the door open wordlessly with his free arm. Apparently she really doesn't way that much to him.
It was actually a nice day, Lily concluded to herself. Two days before New Year's Eve had taken place and Lily and James had thrown themselves a little party, complete with tomato soup, pumpkin juice, and chocolate muffins. At the stroke of midnight, by Lily's watch they waited, they kissed like lovers on the second day of their heated affair of the heart, and they had both laughed, breathless, when they saw the time they had separated. Ten minutes later.
She squinted her eyes against the sun and felt James slowly get on his knees, still holding her. She smiled to herself, and felt her back touch the ground, and he removed his arms from her knees to one resting over her stomach comfortably and the other still around her shoulders. "James, what time is it?"
He shrugged, and said, without looking at her but staring intently at the grounds, "look at your watch, Lily."
She gasped and looked at her watch. "Oh yeah, I forgot I had it."
He snorted beside her, "Yeah, that, or you just wanted to talk to me."
"Really James! It was both."
He smiled and leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly, still looking at the grounds lay out before them. The snow had not melted, and there didn't seem to be a track on the ground anywhere. "It's very nice out," he commented awkwardly after a few moments. She nodded in agreement, but didn't say anything. James shifted nervously in the silence. "What are you looking at that has captured your attention so, Lily dear?"
"Since when did you call me Lily dear?" She asked him, cocking her head to the side.
"Since I decided to see how much it makes you blush." She blushed as if on command. "And that's besides the fact that I can see you, fifty years from now, sitting on a couch in a house and I call out from the other room, `Lily dear, our dear son Harry is on the phone!' Can you not see it?"
"Uh, Harry?"
"Well, yeah. It's the first conservative name that came to mind." He said, looking at her, wanting to reach out and stroke her cheek, but she went around his question. "Lily dear, what are you looking at?"
She finally turned and looked at him, her eyes bright in happiness. "The train, James! The students are coming back. We'll be free!" She jumped up and his arms fell helplessly onto the ground next to him as she whirled and whooped happily.
James wasn't as happy as his smiling appearance appeared as she danced with him on top of the tower, whirling and sidestepping and jumping away from the edge.
Katie yawned wide as she woke up, finding that in her sleep she splayed herself out across Sirius. She shrugged sleepily, and rubbed her head into his chest, the fabric of the shirt cool and soft against the hard and warmth that was Sirius, and pushed her head into it, her face flushed hot. Sirius grunted above her at the sudden movement, but he did nothing. Well, besides the fact that his hand, in his sleep, rested on her behind, spread out on it in a possessive manner. She looked up and rested her chin in the hollow of his chest, pushing her hair out of her eyes in a hurried manner. Apparently they were facing the window, for she didn't see the glaring lights of the outer corridor of the train glaring in her eyes.
A throat cleared behind her and she jumped, landing on the floor on her ass. "HOLY CRAP!" Sirius yelled out, for when she jumped he had very much felt it, she had accidentally kneed him in the groin, making him roll over in pain, onto her, who had one of her knees up, hitting him, again, in the balls. He looked up at, his eyes streaming.
"Sirius, I'm so sorry!" She told him, smashed under his weight, full weight mind you, on her body. He groaned and dug his head into her neck, his eyes watering still. She tried to look over his shoulder but couldn't see over him. She was very surprised that Remus and Somailia haven't awoken yet.
"Um, what'd you want?" She asked the kid, her voice muffled in Sirius' chest. He immediately stopped whining about he would never be able to have children or fuck another girl again, and she felt him stiffen against her.
"I'm sorry to intrude!" The kid said, peeking at Katie around Sirius' shoulder. His big brown eyes were widened and staring at her with, oh my gosh what is this guy doing to her, sort of look, and his blonde hair fell into his eyes.
She tried to wave it away. "Oh, nuts, it's okay. We were just… uh, sleeping."
He laughed in a high pitch. He must have only been in first or second year, she figured. "I could tell." But then his face morphed and he said, seriously, "I was just told to inform you that the train will reach the station in about ten minutes, so you, all of you, should get changed. Just letting you know. Bye!" He called, running out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. The cabin adjacent from hers burst into laughter when their door was opened. She imagined he came from there.
"Did you get that, whiner?" She said to Sirius teasingly, but he didn't show any sign of moving or even reacting. "Sirius?" She said to him softly, trying to lift a finger to check his pulse, but they were squashed under his abdomen. She moved her head against his shoulder but he didn't even twitch. She finally bit his shoulder.
He convulsed and jumped back, landing in a crouching position in front of her. One hand massaged his shoulder while the other still massaged his balls. "That was very painful, Katie. Why'd you do it?"
"It seemed that you were dead from embarrassment, and I was running out of breath beneath you're, what, two hundred pounds?"
"For your information," he started hotly in a mocking manner, "I am hundred fifty."
"Well, no matter what you weight, you're going to give yourself a boner if you keep doing that." She told him, staring at his face, her lips wanting to twitch in a laughing manner but she kept her face very still, even though her eyes were laughing their… heads off.
"Care to relieve it for me?" He asked her, moving forward so he was straddling her waist. He still massaged his shoulder, and she figured with a smile that she must have broken the skin.
"Sirius, I really don't wanna feel your thing so close to me right now." She told him with complete honesty.
"You sure? And besides, it would be such a help to me, you know." She shook her head, still very serious.
"I'm sorry, Sirius, but I couldn't possibly. You should do it yourself."
"Oh, I've done it too many times since I met you." He told her, removing his hands from himself so he could tuck his hair behind his ear. He placed his arms around the area of her waist, and ran his fingers up and down it, an eyebrow cocked at her. She sighed and shivered as he tilted her chin up, and she put her arms around his wrists, to keep him steady.
"I don't wanna have that with you, not until you really love me and I really love you." She told him, seriously, her eyes looking intently into his. The gray like usual, was very warm, but now the steel color was almost burning to look at, filled with honesty and desire.
"That's fine," he said to her, quite honestly.
She smiled widely. "Good. Now that we have that settled, shut up and kiss me." He complied immediately.
Remus had decided that that was the proper time for him to wake, but he saw it and immediately said to himself, "Later must sleep more." Somailia moved in her sleep against him, and he felt his cheeks flush, and not the blood going down somewhere more private.
"Do not make this the time to wake up, Soma." He told her, leaning down so he whispered it in her ear.
"I've been awake since I heard Sirius grunt when Katie first woke up. I heard it all. And trust me, this is not the time to open my eyes." She told him, wide-awake apparently, but with her eyes still closed. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek on to hers, the body heat of them both keeping them comfortably warm. "You're too skinny," She told him, opening her eyes the same time he did. Their eyes weren't even a inch apart, and she could see the glare of her own eye inside his, the deep amber color mixed with chocolate looking browns and so light of those colors they reminded her of coffee and daisies.
"Well, you know why." He told her, shutting his eyes and moving his face closer to hers, pushing his head against hers, until hers was against the cotton bench wall. She grabbed his face with one hand and cradled it in her hand, letting her fingers run up and down his cheek in a soothing way.
"Just because you run around once a month as a completely different species doesn't mean that you need to be skinny. Wolves eat a lot too, you know." And then she sighed, watching amused as his shaggy hair flew away from his forehead with her breath, before settling down on his head lazily again. "And I know it's the days that your stuck in the Hospital Wing after it, but even you should be eating then."
He snorted and heard squeal in surprise exactly like Lily had when James had picked her up earlier. But he didn't know that happened of course, for all he knew they would still be bickering at each other over the food they were getting. "You should know that I don't, for how many times have you been in the Hospital wing after getting hit by a bludger and falling for your broom? More than enough times, I'm sure."
"Hey! That was an unfair black mail. It's not my fault I'm not graceful in the air."
He breathed into her hair like he was trying to hide a large laugh. "You're not even graceful with your feet planted firmly on the ground."
"Oh, that was uncalled for," she told him, her eyes closed peacefully, still letting her fingers run down his cheek. The train stopped abruptly and the whistle blew its high pitch and she jumped startled. And that jump made Remus go off balance, and as I had foreseen, he landed with his back to Sirius' and Somailia giggled as Sirius collapsed on Katie at the sudden impact, and they all heard her grunt in pain as the weight of three other people land on her.
"Dog pile on Katie!" Sirius called cheerfully in her neck, and Katie shuddered and gasped for breath under the amount.
"Geroff!" She said breathlessly, but it was completely muffled in Sirius' chest. But, Somailia with some special supersonic hearing jumped off Remus and pulled him up, and then Remus grabbed Sirius' elbow and lifted him with her. Somailia crashed onto the bench from the effort that it took to heave up the estimated three hundred pounds, and she shuddered when she landed.
"Oh, ow," She said, and she felt arms reach around her middle and lift her. The arms, Sirius' stood her on her feet, and she saw Remus helping Katie off the floor. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"You were closer to me than Katie was, so I just lifted you." She nodded blankly at him. Katie staggered over to them, rubbing her ribs. She gave Sirius a weird, sort of dazed look that was mixed with pain, and he immediately turned his back to her and got on his knees facing the door. She clambered up onto his back, and he lifted the combined weight easily. He ducked with her as he threw the door open for them and called to them in the corridor, "We'll get a carriage!" And then they were gone.
Somailia looked at him with weird eyes and he shrugged, smiling. "I'm sure it's painful. We must of all weigh four hundred fifty. And the suddenness of it must have killed her chest."
"Er… right." Somailia agreed, shifting on her feet, holding her arm. "Shall we, uh, go after them?"
"Of course, milady," Remus said to her, grinning, and holding an arm out to her. She wrapped her arm around his, and he escorted her out of the apartment.
"You realize that we still haven't changed into our robes?" She sent him a narrow look and sat uncomfortably in the carriage against the wall, letting her ribs throb.
"I am not that stupid, Sir." She told him, using his nickname.
"Oh I know that, I was just saying."
"We can do it when we get to the castle."
"Okay," he said, watching as Remus and Somailia entered, Remus letting Somailia go in first just like a gentleman. Remus sat down next to Sirius and shut the door once Somailia sat down comfortably next to Katie. They chatted idly as the carriage surged forward and went, horrifically slowly, up to the castle. They all sighed at the same time once the castle came into view.
"I see James and Lily." Sirius told them, and they all laughed. "Me and Remus and Peter locked Lily and James in a tower over Christmas, trying to get them like each other." Sirius explained to Somailia, who nodded in understanding.
"Their bickering was getting annoying." She told them, and they nodded in understanding. "Even sitting at the Ravenclaw table, which is the furthest away from your, me and Katie just roll our eyes each time we hear their voices rising against each other. It was about time someone finally took action."
"CURSE YOU, SIRIUS BLACK!" They heard a high pitched voice yell from somewhere off in the castle. They all laughed.
He stuck his head out the window and in the direction in which he saw red hair blowing in the sky, screamed to her, "I LOVE YOU TOO, LILY!"
They all laughed a little as he stuck his head back in, and a moment later, the carriage stopped. Sirius opened the door and let Katie out first before taking her hand and leading her firmly into the castle doors and beyond. "Hospital Wing probably," Remus said, without Somailia even asking where Sirius was taking Katie too. She nodded in understanding.
He cleared his throat and they exited, he shutting the door behind her, and the carriage tottered away. "Well, you ready?" He said, grinning at her boyishly and crookedly at the same time.
"Ready as I'll ever be." She said, and they entered the threshold that was Hogwarts.
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