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We're Okay, It's Nothing by amdk

Format: Novella
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 1,735
Status: Abandoned

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Sirius/OC, James/Lily, OC/OC, Remus/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 05/24/2007
Last Chapter: 06/19/2007
Last Updated: 06/19/2007

Discontinued until further notice.

Zephyr Zeghers is but a simple Gryffindor. Not extremely popular, she's had her fair-share of awkwardness. Not extremely smart, she struggles sometimes in her schoolwork. Not extremely sporty, she commentates the matches instead. She's okay.

Chapter 1: You’re Waking Up
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Chapter One:
You’re Waking Up

In Zephyr Zeghers’ most humble opinion, Lily Evans looked absolutely livid. But then again, what person wouldn’t be after having received a hippogriff muzzle on their birthday? And, glancing down the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, it was quite easy to see who the culprits were.

James Potter and Sirius Black were crouched low over their food, fists stuffed smartly into their mouths to stifle their still-obvious guffaws. Zephyr sighed archly and stuck her fork into her eggs. Completely oblivious as to why she was doing whatever she was doing, she stood and walked over to the two boys, sitting herself across from them. Zephyr examined them crossly over a pitcher of pumpkin juice and waited for them to acknowledge her presence.

But they never did.

Whether they were just ignoring her on purpose to be prats, or if they were just that dense to not notice her, Zephyr had no worldly clue. She cleared her throat audibly, finally gaining their attention. Sirius and James stared at her blankly and she smirked. “You two are complete idiots, you know that, right?”

In response, they continued to stare deadpan-like.

“McGonagall’s going to tan your hides,” Zephyr said earnestly, “if Lily doesn’t get to you first, that is.”

They both simpered ridiculously and Sirius replied swankily, “S’not like any of them’ll find out, Zeph.”

Zephyr rolled her eyes. “S’not like it’s not obvious, Sir,” she mocked.

James turned to his best mate suddenly. “Merlin, she’s right,” he admitted. “They’ll find out.”

“So? We’ll just get a pointless lecture that we’ll tune out and then detention or two. Honestly, Prongs, it’s not anything new.”

“But Lily! She’ll be so…upset and…and then she’ll hate me!”

“I repeat: Not anything new. Besides, you should’ve thought about that before we sent off the package this morning!”

“I was tired!” James protested indignantly, slapping his palms down on the table, sending his goblet of juice on its side. “You woke me up far too early for my brain to function right and said, ‘Hey, I finally figured out what we can do with this hippogriff muzzle!’”

“Evans’ll get over it, little Prongsie, don’t get your wand in a twist.”

Almost like little kids, the two continued bantering back and forth, Zephyr’s head flying alternately between them. Finally, she figured she should probably shut them up. “I love you, Sirius,” she interpolated randomly.

His head flew up as if someone had yelled “nude, rampaging witches at three o’clock!” For a few seconds Sirius blinked rapidly. He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but words wouldn’t come. Zephyr, laughing heartily, flicked her wand at the puddle of pumpkin juice on the table from James’ goblet causing it to disappear.

“Not so hard to distract you, is it, Sirius?”

He grumbled something inaudible and busily stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth.

Down in Hogsmeade that day, the boys were, for once, keeping a low profile.

“Where’s Remus?” Zephyr asked looking around, a licorice wand dangling precariously from the corner of her mouth. “And Pete?”

Sirius stopped stuffing his face with éclairs long enough to reply shortly, “Hospital Wing.”

“Oh. But why’s Pete there?” Zephyr had long ago stopped asking why Remus went to Madam Pomfrey so much, having always received abrupt answers that never really answered her inquiries.

“Minor case of dragon pox, I think,” James replied, pinching an éclair off Sirius.

“Oh. But shouldn’t you two be keeping them company?”

“Why so inquisitive today, Zeph?”

“I’m just curious as to why you two aren’t visiting your ill friends.”

Sirius switched on his puppy eyes hastily. “Didn’t you ever stop to think that we might just want to spend the day with you, Zephyr Zeghers? Besides,” he added nonchalantly, “I’m sure they’re keeping each other company.”

Zephyr snorted scornfully. “Don’t try to make me feel guilty, Sirius. It never works and it’s not going to now. Moreover, why would you want to spend the day with me, anyway? I’m boring. And awkward – really awkward.”

He grinned and hooked an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. Sirius then stooped down and whispered into her ear, “You make good entertainment, love.” Shivers traveled down Zephyr’s spine that had nothing to do with the nippy October weather. Trying to hide the fact that such close proximity to Sirius Black had made her tremble, she shoved him playfully away and took his last éclair. Sirius waggled his forefinger threateningly. “Don’t get shirty with me, now, missy!”

Zephyr sniggered and caught sight of a familiar redhead wizard walking down the street in front of them. “Fabe!” she yelled out at him. “Faaaaabe!” The wizard turned around and, having spotted her, backtracked to the three.

“Well, look what I spy here, James – it’s Mr. Nancy Boy himself!”

“Indeed, Sirius! I could’ve sworn it was my dear Ms. Evans for a second there until he turned around and I saw those unsightly blemishes upon his visage!”

Zephyr frowned at the two and remarked, “I like your freckles, Fabian. You have my permission to slap them.”

James cackled insanely and turned to his best mate. “Yes, he would slap us, wouldn’t he? He’d be too terrified to do something more wizardly.”

“Without a doubt!” Sirius replied boisterously, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“You two never get tired of calling me a wimp, do you?” Fabian Prewett asked dryly, rolling his eyes.

Sirius ruffled Fabian’s hair teasingly. “It is quite fun, yeah. But we know you’re in Gryffindor for a reason…we just haven’t discovered why yet.”

“You’re a right riot, Sirius Black,” Zephyr said sarcastically, pulling Fabian away by the arm. “C’mon, let’s go walk.”

Finally with a block and a half between them and the two Marauders, Zephyr let go of his arm. “We don’t really get to talk anymore, do we?”

“No, I s’pose not. Seventh year’s been keeping me busy, and I’m sure sixth hasn’t been easy on you either.”

She merely grunted in response and finally said, after a few moments silence, “How’re Molly, Arthur, and the kids?”

“They’re doing good. Bill’s about to turn five next month and Charlie’ll turn three in December.”

“And Gid?”

“Gideon’s doing excellently as well, from what I hear, in the Magical Law Enforcement Squad. He’ll be a junior member for a few more years though.”

“Right. And how’s…what’s her name? Queenie?” she inquired, finally getting around to the subject of Fabian’s new Ravenclaw girlfriend.

Fabian sighed tautly. “Zephyr…” he warned.

“Because,” Zephyr plowed on, “I know seventh year is hard and all, but you could at least say a simple ‘hullo’ on occasion. Yet it seems you always have time for a nice little snog-session with your girlfriend.”

Fabian grabbed her upper-arm and pulled her around. “What’s wrong with you today? You’ve never been like this before.”

You’re what’s wrong with me!” she accused as acidly as she could manage. “Whenever you’ve needed me, I’ve been there! Yet when I ask you a simple question in the common room, or just wave at you in the hallway, it’s like I’m wearing a sodding invisibility cloak!” Zephyr’s rampage came to a sudden end and she breathed deeply, trying to regain calm. “It’s just not fair to me, Fabe, to shut me out just because you got a girlfriend. I don’t like being mad at you, really, but I can’t help but feel bitter. Maybe I’m overreacting – I know I tend to do that – but I don't know what else to do. I feel like if I let it go and just let you ignore me, then it’ll only get worse till we’re not friends anymore at all.” Her tirade over, Zephyr shuffled her feet nervously. “Right, well, I’ll leave you now, then…”

That night at dinner Zephyr situated herself as far from Fabian as she could, sitting smack between the two Marauders not in the Hospital Wing and Lily Evans and her group. Lily gave her a polite smile as she sat down, but seemed to be staring determinedly away from James’ direction.

Sirius nudged her in the shoulder, pointed down the table, and asked quietly, “Fabe doesn’t look too happy, what’s wrong?”

Zephyr avoided his eyes and poured herself a goblet of water. “We had a row,” she replied uneasily, taking a sip.

“Oh? ‘Bout what?”

Queenie,” she seethed, stabbing potatoes with her fork.

“Who—?” Sirius looked back down the table. “Oh,” he said understandingly.

And it wasn’t really that hard to miss, Zephyr mused. There sat Queenie herself, force-feeding Fabian, it seemed, peas. She had blonde-reddish hair, murky blue eyes, and a prominent chin. Her Ravenclaw school kit was quite visible and she was earning rather annoying stares from nearby Gryffindors.

“I never would’ve thought Fabe would pick a girlfriend over you, Zephy,” Sirius marveled, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“The times are weird, that’s for sure…”

A/N: At the moment, I'm not sure how far this story will go, and I see this chapter as somewhat of a "demo." For now I'm simply seeing if this story gets positive feedback, in which case I'll probably continue it. Moppet, though, still remains first-priority. And I know it's slightly confusing – such as Zephyr's relationship with the Marauders and her relationship with Fabian; it will be explained in upcoming chapters.