The Sun, Moon & Stars

56. Gruesome Execution

June 5th, 1994
11:17 pm

'You finish your exams tomorrow?'

'Mhm. Divination and Potions tomorrow, then we're done for the year.' Ophelia confirmed, as she stole a chunk of the cookie Sirius was scarfing down and popped it into her mouth - to which he responded with an expression of mock-offence.

'Oi, you get to eat whenever you want. Let me have my cookies.'

She rolled her eyes jokingly as she tossed it over, and he smiled as he began to root around for something else to snack on.

It was warm today. April and May had flown by fast, and suddenly it was June; exams were over, summer was coming up and another year coming to a, for once, seamless close.

Perhaps it wasn't so seamless though. Since their first encounter back in February, four months ago, nothing had progressed in terms of his freedom. She began to question whether or not he really had a plan, and it became increasingly difficult to discuss everything but his plan, and the truth she was yet to hear, on their visits. Partly because she cared so much, and couldn't fathom losing him after just getting him back, but partly because the year was almost over - opportunities slipping away every passing second he didn't do anything.

'Sirius.' She said abruptly, sitting up straighter and turning to face him, 'There's only a couple weeks left of the term. Whatever you're planning...it needs to happen soon.'

'I have a plan.'

She frowned, 'A real one?'

'A good enough one.'

'What does that even mean?' She exasperated, rubbing her temples.

'Do you trust me?'

'I...'

'Do you trust me?'

She sighed, 'Yes but-'

'Then trust that I have a plan, okay?'

She gave him a skeptical look, unsure, before nodding,

'Just don't mess it up, please.' She murmured, head hung low, hating that she doubted him but the risk of losing him too great - too real.

His expression softened, a smile tugging at his lips, 'I'll do my best.'

June 6th, 1994
2:45 pm

'How do you think you guys did?' Ron questioned, catching up to Ophelia and Harry in the bustling hallway after having been dismissed from their Potions exam.

Snape had been particularly nasty today, but all things considered - she thought the exam went well. Potions wasn't her brightest subject but she knew enough to, at the very least, get an acceptable.

'Fine.' She shrugged, turning to look at her red-haired friend, 'but knowing Snape he'll find some way to make us fail.'

Ron hummed in agreement, cheeks still flushed from frustration with Snape, as they kept walking - weaving in and out of the busy crowd, talking louder over the hoots of celebrations regarding the ending of exams.