Turning and walking back over to the book that I’ve set down about to write my latest escapades with Sirius and his lot of mindless idiots, I glance down with a large frown. I just stepped in a puddle. What’s worse is that it was only one sock.

Damn him. Oh how I loathe Sirius Black.

‘Get out!’ I snap. ‘Go find your friends and have a nice life, and stay out of mine!’ He chuckles at me. Jerk. I grab the diary and throw it, cringing as it lands god knows where, I just hope it didn’t land in a puddle. Pushing him through the boundaries of the door, I shut them firmly behind me.

‘What are you going to do, push me off the balcony?’ He poses the question while leaning back and looking like a bigger jerk than usually.

‘So, looks like we are neighbors!’ She says, thank god for at least one sane person on this entire beach. ‘How long are you staying?’ She asks.

‘I was disillusioned into thinking that it was merely for the day. I protested loudly when my mother packed my bags. She’s told me a week, though I doubt it. Apparently I’m a big riot, who knew? At the end of the week she’ll probably tell me that we are staying, and that it’s national pink week and all my white clothes have been dyed pink to accommodate.’ I mutter before looking over to her.

‘I’m Lizzie.’ She introduces herself in a smooth voice. I must say she’s handling herself very well around Cindy. Quite impressive, if you ask me.

‘Oh, so you’re the brat that Asher met on the beach, yeah?’ Her tone turns icy. Ouch. I can see Lizzie’s eyebrows raise before lowering back down. Oh, this will be so incredible.

‘Um, I hate to be the one to tell you, but I didn’t do anything.’ Lizzie says looking at them. They know that she’s right and they grumble.

‘Yeah, but it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you. You’re the one that unleashed the beast.’ Sirius said, clearly happy that he’d made the connection and that she wouldn’t be getting out of the trip anyways.

“Where’d it go?” He asked, and before I could utter a single word, Lizzie voiced up.

“Don’t worry James, you didn’t loose your sense of direction, and no one took it. You never had it.” I couldn’t help but snort with some strangled laughs as he glared at me. Remus looked like he was uncomfortable and couldn’t look me in the eyes. Poor kid… yeah, right.

“No, it’s not the frizz-control that I want. You’ve helped me realize something.” He states, his voice full of unrivaled happiness.

“That you’re a stalker?” I asked, my patiences which were already thin wearing out almost completely.

“I will, give me a minute. Get off of me! Stop… Hitting… Me… With… That… Bloody… Shovel!” I gritted out, making desperate attempts at grabbing the little yellow spear of death. It hurt like hell against my leg. I mean, who the hell gives such young kids instruments that hurt so much.

“NO! MUM!” The kid began to scream, and I turned, only there was no movement.

“Too bad, kid. You’re mum’s not coming. She doesn’t love you!”

“You forgot something on Cindy’s face.” I commented lightly, pointing to her figure on the board. Quickly, Sirius picked up a crayon and looked at her and then back at me.

“What did I forget?”

“When she makes a frown like that, her upper-lip? The corners of it illuminate the moustache she’s beginning to grow.”