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Sirius stood at the end of the table, his hands clasped together and his head slightly bent; Remus had said he would look the most pathetic that way and thus Gwen might just spare him.
In front of him, at an ancient mahogany table sat Gwen, her posture slouched as she wrote quickly across her parchment, her eyes never straying to him, beside her sat Nova who seemed most disinterested by his presence, a snitch floating above her head which she caught lazily every now and then. Finally, across the table was Juniper, her nose buried in yet another book except this time Sirius recognised the title of 'The tales of Beedle the bard', it was a book he himself had read growing up.
Sirius peered back between the library aisles; somewhere between them, the other Marauders had hidden themselves with the invisibility cloak, waiting to see how the scene would play out. Sirius cleared his throat; Nova gave him a short glance, her brow raised,
"What?"
Sirius peeked at his palm where Peter had written the words 'I'm sorry for being a prat'
'I'm not saying that' He thought to himself, clearing his throat again,
"I'm here to apologise to Fay...and Sabra for my actions in potions a few days ago."
Sabra's writing stopped but she didn't raise her head yet. Juniper kept her eyes glued to her book but Sirius noticed her eyes were no longer following the writing,
"Well ge' to it then."
Nova muttered as Madam Pince glared at them over her spectacles. Sirius shuffled his feet before mumbling lowly,
"I am sorry for not considering the dangers of my prank and acting rashly, I hope we can all move past this and try to get along in the future."
Sirius recited what he assumed Remus or Peter would say in his shoes, hoping that it would work in his favour. Sabra looked up at him eventually, her face carefully controlled as her fingers gripped the quill tightly enough for evident indentations to be left in her hand,
"Bullshit,"
She slammed the quill down on her page creating a small pool of ink at the nib which she chose to ignore for the moment,
"You're only 'sorry' you got caught. You're only 'sorry' because your friends made you be sorry. Your whole apology was drafted by them because of course it would look bad if the Head Boy and a Prefect let their friend have special privileges because of their rank; of course they had to make it seem like you gave a genuine apology so then at least if we rejected it, we became the bad guys never mind you who nearly blinded us!"
