Sunrise, Sunset by HOLEY like a SAINT
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As it was...
It was as if his question had been spoken aloud, for right then she lifted her head and their eyes connected. She seemed extremely startled. Frozen, unable to move. As was Sirius.
Remus was sitting on a log by the lake. He was waiting. He had to see her.
James looked at the other three Marauders, eyes alight with this new idea of his – the old one (stopping Sirius from talking) had pretty much evaporated on the spot.
Artemis was, to be quite frank, exasperated. It had been two weeks since Sirius had first seen her. Two weeks since Remus had warned her that he might be a problem. And two weeks that he had been just that – a problem.
Sirius was, to be quite frank, exasperated. It had been just about three weeks since he had first laid eyes on the Suzie. Three weeks that he had scoured the grounds for her, questioned everyone, and had even come this close to actually catching her.
Sirius barely took three steps when she turned her head to look at him. He stopped in his tracks as their eyes connected, and they held each other's gaze for a few moments. Again, like that first day, he felt his stomach turn.
Name of the Game
Artemis bit her lip. She wasn’t entirely sure bringing Sirius here was a good idea. To be honest, she wasn’t entirely sure why she had brought him this far in the first place. It was her place. She doubted any other Hogwarts students knew about it... Why was she showing it to Sirius, when it was to her just the Haven the sign proclaimed it to be…?
The boys couldn’t be bothered with such trivialities at present. They were recovering from a night of mischief making about the grounds – the fourth Marauder was currently in hospital, recovering in his own way as well.
How did it end up like this?
She could just tell him now. He wasn’t a stranger anymore. He was a friend. A friend she had grown to have quite strong feelings for. Feelings that were new and exciting and made her freeze every time he touched her – which was often, in the last ten minutes.
He trudged for nearly an hour, so that by the time he finally returned to the common room, the other three marauders were surprised by his glum face – they had mistakenly assumed that the duration of his absence must have been positively correlated with a good outcome.
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