"Sarah, we need to go, Jonah is waiting," Zoey gave me that look. That I'm going to beat you into next week if you don't move your ass look. I received this look twelve times a day on average. Zoey would look over her glasses, and raise one eyebrow. I would then proceed to finish whatever the hell I was doing.

"But I need to finish my toast," I whined, risking my life. I love Zoey, but I also love food too. And breakfast is worth pushing Zoey's patience.

"Sarah, you can eat it on the walk there!"

"Do you really think I can eat and walk at the same time? I would choke and die! And it would be all. Your. Fault," I said pointedly.

"Remind me why I'm friends with you?" She rolled her eyes at me.

"Because you love me?" I smiled at her, even though my mouth was full of toast and marmalade. I don't even like marmalade…why did I put it on my toast?

"Yeah, that's it. So did you ask Jermaine to come to the quidditch match with you?"

"Oh…that…funny story…."

"Sarah!" If looks could kill, Zoey would be a murderer. "Well why haven't you asked him?"

"I dunno. Never found the time," I muttered.

"Never found the time? I've seen you two talking loads of times."

"Yeah, but I never got around to asking him, big deal."

"Big deal? Sarah, you are going to go ask him right now! I know how much you hate being the third wheel with Jonah and I, even though you won't admit it."

"Psh, psh, I don't hate being the third wheel," I lied. No one likes being the third wheel. Do you find it enjoyable, sitting there, while your best friend and their significant other make lovey eyes at each other and they have all these cute inside jokes that you don't get. And then wham! All of a sudden they're snogging, and you had no prior warning. So you're sitting there, with no where to escape, with the fresh image of them shoving their tongues down each others throats burned into your retinas. It's not pleasant.

"Alright, look truth is Zo, I did ask him. He said no, alright?" I whispered to her.

"What? Why didn't you just tell me that?"

"I don't know! I have too much pride!"

"Are you alright?" She looked at me sympathetically. Oh hell no. If there's one thing I hate, it's pity.

"I'm fine. Jermaine said he already was going with someone. It's not even like I fancied him or anything."

"Whatever you say."

-x-

"Zoey, would you get a room?" I hissed in her ear. Why did I come to this bloody quidditch match? It's freezing, my best friend is going to second base with her boyfriend, and I'm alone. Then again, I get to see Regulus on a broomstick, which is a pleasant sight. I wonder who Jermaine is with. I honestly don't know how I feel about Jermaine. I suppose we're friends. We don't pay attention in History of Magic together. But I honestly couldn't see myself being more than friends with him. Maybe I'm a lesbian. Or asexual. Or Regulussexual. I don't know.

"And it looks like the Slytherin keeper has taken one of his beaters bats and whacked James Potter upside the head," The announcer shouted into the microphone, as the crowd booed. I couldn't bring myself to join in with the booing. It was too hilarious to boo. This, watching James Potter get smacked with a bat makes up for being a third wheel, the cold weather, and Jermaine's rejection. I giggled to myself while the crowd around me roared. (I am in the Gryffindor stands, mind you. So the shouts of Penalty shot! and Cheap bastards! was deafening) I don't really care either. I heard Jonah below me screaming.

"Those mother fucking Slytherins think they can do whatever the hell they want. They shouldn't even be allowed to even have a team, because they're all a bunch of twats!"

This just made me giggle even more, and by now I was almost hysterical. The people sitting around me could hear some of my laughs, and I'm sure they were giving me dirty looks.

"What's so funny?" I heard a voice in my ear and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Do you know how scary it is to just hear a voice out of no where? The first thing that runs through your mind is "Holy jesus loving christ, it's satan. He's here to tempt me to do evil things. He's going to tell me that it's okay that I ate Zoey's cookies she got from her aunt last year for Christmas. The aunt that died a week later."

I looked around to find the source of the voice and found that it wasn't the devil. But it was close enough to Lucifer himself.

"Other people's pain…it's always funny. It's not everyday you get to see James Potter being clobbered on a broomstick. It was comic gold," I explained to Sirius Black. Hopefully he would just think I'm a weirdo and leave me alone.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow coolly. Guess I wasn't weird enough. I felt him looking at me, trying to figure out who I was. "Have we met?"

"Probably not, seeing as I am a year younger and in a different house." God this conversation was painful. It wasn't like talking to Zoey or even Jermaine. I was an equal to them. Sirius Black? I hate to say, but most people (not just girls, either) treat him like royalty. All because he's good looking and does funny things with his friends. I don't understand what's all that great about him, to be honest. But anyway, as I was saying, this conversation is painful. He's Mr. Popular and well, I'm just a Hufflepuff. Do you see my point?

"Well I'm Sirius. Sirius Black," He introduced himself.

"I'm Sarah Moon."

"Did someone jinx you or…?" Sirius reached his hand out…is he trying to pet me? Okay, I don't know who the hell you think you are, Sirius fucking Black, but you can't just pet people! He seemed to get the message from the look I was giving him, because he withdrew his hand.

"No, it's purple by my choice." I looked around and noticed something peculiar. Wasn't Sirius usually with his posse or something? What do they call themselves? The murderers or marauders something like that. "Where are your friends?" I thought out loud. He looked kind of taken back by my bluntness. Wouldn't you be wondering too, why Sirius Black was sitting alone at a quidditch match? You would think he would at least have a date.

"Well James is playing, obviously, and Remus is sick, and I have no idea where the hell Peter is," Sirius shrugged. "Where are yours?" I looked to my left, and Zoey and Jonah were going to town on each other. They were going to end up shagging right then and there. Why wasn't anyone stopping them! Where's a good cock block when you need one?

"They're…kind of preoccupied," I pointed my thumb at the two and looked back to Sirius.

-x-

I don't even know who won the quidditch match to be honest. I was too busy focusing on the Black brothers. Between watching Regulus being all hot and bothered on a broomstick and listening to Sirius, how does one expect another to pay attention to a quidditch match? Sirius was nice, I guess. He mostly talked, and I listened, occasionally nodding. I feel like most girls would be experiencing butterflies, fangirling in the dorm while they paint their toes or something like that, gossiping to their friends who they talked to the infamous Sirius Black.. I just…I can't even see myself being friends with him. Jermaine, yes. I could see us being good friends. Sirius? No. Do I make sense? Probably not.

"Who won the quidditch match?" I whispered to Jermaine, who looked about ready to pass out on the desk next to me.

"Slytherin did…they shouldn't have though, they played dirty," Jermaine said grimly.

"Well isn't it expected for them to play dirty? It would be really disappointing to go to Slytherin match, let alone a Gryffindor/Slytherin match just to have the Slytherins play like a bunch of pansies. There would be no screaming of the obscenities, no laughing your ass off when James Potter gets hit upside the head," I explained knowledgably.

"I never thought of it like that," Jermaine nodded. I looked at him…did I like Jermaine? As more than a friend…he's good looking, he's got warm hazel eyes and blonde hair that looks like he was out in the sun for a long time…but I don't know. Who did he go to that quidditch match with, I've been itching to know. I could ask him, I mean we're friends right?

"So er Jermaine…who did you end going to the match with anyway?" I asked awkwardly. A look passed over his face, a look that I use almost everyday when McGonagall asks where my homework is. The shit I need to think of some bullshit lie really quickly look.

"I went with this girl…her name's uh…Wanda," He finished. I'm offended, he thinks I'm that dumb?

"Jermaine, do you take me for an idiot?"

"Oh would you look at the time, classes is over." The bell rang and Jermaine booked it out of there. Did I do something wrong? I don't think I did….all I did was ask a question! Maybe it's his time of the month…even though he doesn't have a uterus.

-x-

"C'mon Zo, pleaseeeeeeeeee come with me?" I whined. We were in Zoey's dorm, finishing up packing. Well she was finishing packing for the holidays. The train left tomorrow, and she's not only packing for the holidays but also she's packing for her semester at Salem's Witch Academy. I didn't need to pack anything, since I'm staying at Hogwarts for the holidays (any where is better than home) so I decided to be a good samaritan and help Zoey pack. Besides, I wanted to spend as much time as I could before I have to say goodbye to her for what feels like forever.

"Sarah we really need to finish packing…," Zoey motioned to her almost full trunk.

"We're almost done, we have just a little bit left and besides you promised that next time I wanted to make a sundae trip you would come with me," I pouted.

"Uhg fine…but if we get caught being out after hours it's all your fault."

We walked out of her dorm, nodding goodbye to her dorm mates that were still awake and out of the Ravenclaw common room to the nearly empty hallways. It was late, maybe around midnightish. I listened to Zoey jabber excitedly about her trip to America. She'll get to study in a new country, with people who have cute accents, and ahg, I'm so jealous.

"Take me with youuuuuu," I whined obnoxiously at Zoey.

"Shh," Zoey shushed me and pulled me against the wall. "I think I hear someone." I listened for the voices Zoey allegedly heard.

"Wallace, that was amazing," I heard a drunk voice slur. Oh God, I know that voice. I peered around the corner and my suspicions were confirmed.

"…Is that Jermaine?" Zoey whispered to me. Yes. Yes it was Jermaine, a plastered Jermaine with an equally as drunk Wallace Beverwil (a seventh year Ravenclaw). I watched as Wallace planted a sloppy kiss on Jermaine's lips. Oh god, Wallace…Wanda. So "Wanda" that Jermaine went with to the Quidditch match with…

"Yeah…that's Jermaine," I whispered, stunned. Yes, yes of course. The one guy that actually acknowledges my existence and I thought I had a slim chance with is gay. I'm just going to be a spinster with 70 cats, I give up.

"Oh god, Sarah…I'm sorry, I know you liked him," Zoey sounded sincere, but I could hear a faint giggle in her whisper. Bitch. Well actually, it is kind of comical. I could write a book about how I was hopelessly in love with a gay man and make a ton of money off of it. Not that I was anything near to being in love with Jermaine.

"I don't want him to see us…I don't want to embarrass him." Me and Zoey have one of two options right now…we could one: take a different route to the kitchen, or two: be ninjas and sprint past Jermaine and Wallace.

"Honestly, I don't think he would even remember if he saw us, he's that drunk. Him and Wallace are both wasted and they're a little preoccupied right now so we could walk past them and they wouldn't even notice," Zoey motioned to the two. Jermaine had Wallace pinned against the wall, and Wallace's hands were all over Jermaine, all the while they were shoving each others' tongues down their throats. This is going to sound really bad…but I couldn't stop watching. It was actually kind of really hot.

"Sarah, don't stare! Come on let's go," She tugged me along and pulled me past the two lovers.

-x-

"After watching two guys make out, ice cream tastes even better."

"Sarah!" Zoey glared at me. I spooned more vanilla ice cream into my mouth. Yep. Definitely tastes better.

"What?" I said innocently. She just shook her head at me.

"What are you going to do when I leave? Who's going to take care of you?" Zoey asked, as if these questions just occurred to her.

"Good questions Zo. I've been trying to answer those since the moment you told me you were abandoning me to go to America and shag all of those cute boys with their adorable accents."

"Shagging American boys?" Zoey choked on her ice cream.

"A better question," I continued. "Is what are you going to do without me? Who are you going to take care of? Who's going to be your bad influence?"

-x-

Author's Note

Ahhhh I haven't updated in so long oh god. Don't kill me? I have reasons…my life kind of imploded again (this happens frequently) and I've been grounded for forever. So I've been writing my fanfic incognito…it's been difficult. Hopefully I'll be ungrounded soon! xoxo