Chapter 66: The Dog Barked

Sirius couldn't sit still at breakfast the next morning. Maybe it was the lingering affects from the itching curse he'd been subject to moments after tumbling off her bed; not a very lucky dog. He hadn't even touched the bacon, much less anything. Hermione would feel bad for him if he wasn't blowing this entirely out of proportion like Seamus Finnigan did with anything remotely flammable.

Hermione knew ever loyal Sirius didn't like keeping things from his friends, especially his best one, but this was ridiculous.

As cruel fate would have it (Hermione affirmed long ago it had a sick, sick sense of humor) James and Remus walked in. With Lily walking pretty between them.

"Oh my Merlin, they're doing a walking three way! I can't do this," Sirius whined into his untouched pumpkin juice. "Triangles are too troublesome, I would know!"

"I don't want to know about that, and neither does James about his dream girl once having eyes for the rag-tag one of your group."

Sirius gave another pitiful whimper.

"Suck it up!" Hermione ordered in a growl over the lip of her flask, kicking him in the shin discretely under the table for good measure.

The three offered pleasant greetings (that Sirius just groaned at and Hermione reciprocated) before turning to fill up their plates.

"I was just thinking," Lily said as she grabbed some toast, "about how your accent is nearly gone."

"Oh," Hermione said in shock, both at the subject and being addressed (she'd been busy watching Sirius nearly drown in his juice now). "Yes, I've-"

"Lily likes Remus!" Sirius exclaimed for all the magical school to hear.

Hermione wanted to hit her head against the wooden table in front of her. And possibly curse Sirius.

Well, the werewolf was out of the bag now.

Posted: 11.8.2012
Word Count: 300