Black

IV // I Need Some Serious Counselling

Friday

September 4, 1977

Library

So it's breakfast right now, and I'm hiding out in the library. Actually, now that I mention it, I seem to be doing a lot of hiding. I'm not entirely sure why. Actually I am sure why. Due to the events of last night I'm avoiding anyone with eyes or a mouth.

So, last night.

I was sitting in the library, avoiding pretty much anyone who would force me to become more like Lily and question the entirety of the universe. Lily was, of course, up in our dorm, questioning the universe, which the other girls were used to by now, and Lottie was most likely comforting her, seeing as I was avoiding everyone.

I am so outraged at the moment!

I was so happy that my day was not going to be cliche (I mean the Remus thing, lets be honest), but the Potions incident? Slughorn? Why would you do this to me? Part of my life's work purely consists of avoiding cliches!

Black is not at the top of my list of 'people I would like to work with!' In fact, he's not on it at all! What a git.

What a bloody git.

I bet he planned the whole thing.

Anyway, the library was nice and comforting for my life-questioning needs, and I had just finished writing down the events of the day, when I heard a sort of rustling behind me. In my distressed state I flung my wand arm out and muttered 'anteoculatia,' not really considering that it could have been an innocent Hufflepuff first year behind me (not that you'll find any of those - mark my words! Just ask Hol Buggery - a poor Ravenclaw in my year who was on the bad end of a nasty foul during a quidditch match against Hufflepuff).

I then, of course, turned around to admire my handiwork, and what did I see? A mildly distressed Sirius Black, that's what!

Black sort of stood there, three feet behind me, opening his mouth like a fish and probably trying to ignore the six foot long antlers sprouting from his head.

His eyes started bulging, and his faced turned red, and that's when I knew I was done for, done for I tell you! My life was over, Black was going to kill me, there and then. But then, for some bizarre reason, unknown to any sort of sane person, Black started laughing!

There I was, fully expecting my head to spontaneously combust, and he started laughing!

"Shut up!" I hissed. "Pince'll hear you, and then where will we be?" I started slowly picking my things up (to run) as Black slowly started sobering up (as he very well should have. The thought of a crazy french librarian coming after you is not a positive one).

I knew I was done for. I knew my life was over. Last year I was an innocent, young sixth year, unconcerned by the antics of the marauders, but it hadn't been a week yet and Black had already offered to snog me numerous times (like, rude!), stolen my seat at the breakfast table, destroyed any chance of doing well in potions, and basically ruined my chance of having a good year. What an awful person.

Anyway, the git in question was standing there, six foot antlers raking the ceiling, and I was standing, books in my arms, getting ready to bolt, when we heard Pince muttering two shelves over.

Black raised his eyebrows and quickly crouched down, trying to hide his new painfully obvious abnormality (not that I was complaining. I wish I had a camera so that I could take a picture of his head bobbing stupidly like that).

I looked left and right, there was nowhere to run. Pince was on the left and on my right was only one shelf and then a wall.

"Bishop," Black hissed. "Fix this."