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Sirius Black was finally fifteen. He was now a Fifth Year. A real, honest-to-Merlin Fifth. He hadn’t been sure that this year would actually come; last year he’d nearly drowned thanks to an accident involving James, Peter and a passing Hufflepuff that Peter had taken a fancy to. Not fun, especially when one took into consideration Sirius’ dislike of swimming. Due to various incidents, the fact that Sirius and James were still alive was incredible. Fortunate, but incredible all the same.

The view of the lake was very serene. Georgie the Giant Squid paddled its way around the chilly water. A few brave souls were actually playing in the water; mostly insane First Years. Stupid kids. He shook his head at them, tousling his perfect black locks. Some hair fell into his face, poking him in the eye. A grimace graced his face unattractively (although some would protest that nothing he did could make him look unattractive) as he pushed it away. It persistently fell back into place and he stubbornly pushed it back again. A cute Fourth Year passed him and giggled. He smiled at her (it was a simple smile, she wasn’t that cute) and waved as she wandered off.

Sirius returned to contemplating the lake. There was nothing very exciting going on at that very moment, not that he knew of anyway. And he usually knew if something exciting was going on.
Usually, anyway. But as far as he knew, nothing was happening that would make him go, “Merlin, how could I have missed that!” He’d find out later either way.

Since there was nothing exciting going on, Sirius Black was bored. And bad things tended to happen when Sirius Black got bored. At the moment, he sadly had nothing up his sleeve. There was a Dungbomb in his pocket (there was always a Dungbomb in his pocket) but nothing up his sleeve. That disappointed him; he needed something to do, and he needed it soon.

With a loud, exasperated sigh, he fell back onto the grass from his sitting position. His arms were flung out to either side of him, which was not the safest position if he wanted his arms to not be stepped on. Oh well. Laziness overpowers the wish to not be stepped on. Sirius’ arms remained flung outward.

His gray eyes stared up at the sky. It was filled to the brim with steely gray clouds, nearly the colour of his eyes. It didn’t feel like it was going to rain, though, and he loved the rain enough to know these things. So with calm, bored gray eyes, he watched the wind blow the clouds across the sky.

“I’m bored!” he shouted suddenly to the skies, sitting up. The First Years turned to stare at him. He stared back. A bit shaken by being stared at intently by a Fifth Year, a Fifth Year who just happened to be Sirius Black no less, they returned to their madness (a.k.a swimming). How they could swim when there was a chilly air blowing, Sirius Black had no idea. Of course, he didn’t know how anyone could do anything in the cold. All he did was lay on the grass and shout that he was bored because Sirius hated the cold. It wasn’t even really that cold out; there was only a bit of a chilly breeze blowing, but that was to be expected for September, even early September.

With this idiot’s dislike of the cold, you’d think that he’d be wearing a long-sleeved robe, perhaps, maybe a light cloak. Nope. This idiot boy was wearing a t-shirt (one that he’d given Remus money to buy for him; muggle clothing was pretty awesome, if you asked him) and jeans (guess where he got them. That’s right; Remus got them for him). And, wait till you hear this one, he was barefoot. Wow. Cower in the face of his idiocy, please.

When nothing happened after his yell, he decided to yell again. Yelling was fun.

“I’m still bored!”

He could always do that Transfiguration essay he’d been assigned. Homework already! Can you believe this? It was only the end of the first week of school, and he already had a Transfiguration essay, a Potions essay, extra practice in Charms, extra practice in Transfiguration on top of the essay, and that Astronomy star chart.

Being a Fifth Year was going to be lovely, wasn’t it?


((Shannon is angry that her font colour won't work. --;||

The cool air felt wonderful on Channing's warm face, the Charms essay lying on her lap three-fourths of the way done, and her Transfiguring homework halfway done inside her back pack at her feet causing quite a strain on her sanity. It wasn't like she wasn't prepared for the hard work that was known for the new fifth years; she was very aware of what was to come with school work. However, the work did tend to get a bit overwhelming at times.

Sighing, Channing set the parchment and quill aside and rested her head against the large tree which was a few feet away from the edge of the lake. A slight shiver ran up her spine which caused a smile to form on her lips. She loved the cold; everything about it was soothing and calmed her stressed nerves. Pulling her zip-up hoodie closer to her body, she closed her eyes for a moment as the wind picked up, causing her thick, brown hair to fall from her shoulders to tumble in loose waves down her back.

She was never the kind to care what she wore. If it was comfortable and affordable, it was wearable in her eyes. Although, most, if not all cloths were affordable in her family so comfort was the key thing to Channing. Her family refused to wear anything muggle made, saying that it was horrific, distasteful and insulting to wear something made from muggles. She couldn't care less, to be honest. Muggle clothing was very comfortable to Channing, and she enjoyed the vibrant colors and makes of their clothing. She would wear clothing from her parents every so often, just to make them happy and get them off her back. It was difficult when the vast majority of her family were from Slytherin and very pure in blood, and they never ceased to try and push their opinion and draw the line where she could live her life how she wanted to, and how they wanted her to.

As frustrating and unfair as her life can be at home, Channing never found a more powerful rush of relief than going back to school. She loved the teachers and friends she had at Hogwarts, and it gave her the time she needed to forget about her father, forget about her dead mother, and forget everything she had to go through when she was home. All the ridicule she endured with being a Ravenclaw in a Slytherin family was forgotten when she walked through those Hogwarts doors.

Opening her eyes, Channing zipped the black hoodie over a blue tank top with a slight v-neck and pulled her sleeves down. The sound of laughter in the water caught her attention and she gazed into the lake with a questioning gaze. A handful of first years were playing in the chilly water, they were probably testing the patience of the Squid, or just being childish as most first years were. Channing didn't understand the rush of excitement of playing in the water just a few yards away from the giant Squid.

She could feel the cold wind of September pick up and figured that it would be freezing in the water. Just thinking about how cold it was made her shiver. Pulling the hoodie closer to her thin frame, she tucked her long legs underneath her which were covered in dark blue jeans - another one of Channing's attempts to be different than her family - and her black and blue flats. With a deep sigh, Channing picked up the almost finished Charms essay and quill and began thinking of where she had left off. But just as she placed the quill on the parchment a loud shout startled her, causing the quill to dance off the page, along with a line of black ink.

Groaning, she dug around in her bag for her wand and pointed at the spot on her parchment to make it go away. Once it was gone, Channing looked up in search of the reason for the shouting and spotted a young boy sprawled in the grass. She couldn't tell if he had made the noise, not sure that she knew what the noise was exactly, so she decided to get back to her essay before she forgot what she was writing about.

However, just like before, as soon as she picked up her quill, the cry, and "I'm still bored!" caused her to jump with a start. Biting her lip to keep from screaming, she looked over at the young boy again, seeing a few first years a few feet away, and a young forth year walking away from him, none of them she thought the one who had said it. She set her parchment and quill down angrily, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes with another groan, sitting forward and resting her elbows against her knees.

She knew she should have done her homework in the Common Room.

Severus Snape's dark eyes surveyed the black lake. This was the first time he had been out on the grounds since he had arrived at school. He was savouring the last rays of warmth there would be before next summer. It was about time that the leaves starting changing to colours and this always led to a bitter winter.

The Black Lake was one of his favourite places to do homework, when he weather was nice. His memory drifted to how him along with Lily would come and sit for hours, not saying a word. For they hadn't needed to. Their silence had been as good as talking, and to Sev, just being with Lily was the best thing ever.

He had planned on finishing up his potions essay, but since he had only a small portion left he decided he would save it for later. He had better savour the nice weather while it lasted.

He sat with his back against a beech tree. The green leaves had already started to fade into oranges and yellows in some places. He breathed in the scent of the lake water mingled with the leaves that drifted down through the breezy air. He couldn't help thinking how much happier he was at Hogwarts than at home, his parents constantly fought and it left him wondering why they did not get divorced. His mother would be better off without that rude, insensitive muggle around.

Just when he thought he was completely relaxed something loud disrupted his drifting thoughts. When he looked to the source he saw none other than Sirius Black.

Hatred bubbled up inside of him, Sirius - along with James Potter- were the only reasons he disliked Hogwarts. He considered getting up and going back to the castle but he reconsidered, Sirius had not even seen him yet and he hoped it stayed that way.

As much as Channing wanted to continue her homework (and she did, there was nothing better than the time after her work was finished) she couldn't find the will to concentrate anymore. Part of her was begging the other half to continue working; it was better if she finished this right then than have to cram it all in before her next class. And the other part of her was telling the begging part to shut up for once and let Channing have some time to rest and actually enjoy the outdoors rather than try and figure out how to transfigure a rat into a silver goblet or why it was important to know how cast spells without speaking. It was all just too much for her to handle at that moment.

With a soft sigh, Channing gave in to the side that just wanted to relax and began to carefully roll up her parchment and cap her ink bottle. After placing all her belongings in her bag, she decided a long walk along the edge of the lake wouldn't be a bad idea. It had been a while since she had time to think by herself without the constant worrying of school or family matters. Even during summer there had been nothing but bickering from her father who had come home for a month to visit. He never quite understood just how different Channing and her brother were from each other. He was also oblivious to the fact that she will never be a Slytherin no matter how loud he yells at her.

There were times were he would just ignore her all together, treat her as if she was the "un wanted child", and as much as it hurt to know that her own father wished she were never born, she liked the solitude it gave her. She was able to think, for what moments she was given before the next up-roar surfaced, about what she was going to do after school, or to dream of a life that didn't include a shameful past or an un-loving father. Yes, she took those moments very graciously.

Standing from her spot resting on the tree, Channing walked to the edge of the lake, careful not to get too close to the edge, not know just how irritated the Squid was now that the fearless First Years were playing deeper in the water. She shoved her hands deep in the pockets of her hoodie and began walking the length of the lake, thinking that by the time she got all the way around the lake, her head would be clear enough and she would be able to focus on her paper.

As she began walking, she noticed a rather greasy haired boy sitting by a thin tree a few yards away from where she was walking. He, too, had noticed the shout she had and looked rather angry. Channing had been irritated that she had lost concentration but the boy didn't look like he was doing anything so she was puzzled at why he was so angry. Shrugging inwardly, she continued her walk along the lake side.

Channing had it easy, being a Ravenclaw in a family of Slytherins. If she wanted to complain, she could spend a summer day in Sirius' shoes. He was a Gryffindor in a family of Slytherin pureblood-oriented maniacs and never got off easy for it. Sure, he had sympathy for her. He identified with her. But he would still have the undying notion that his situation was worse than hers.

His family had never gotten over the fact that he was a Gryffindor as well, and that no amount of shouting or lessons could change that. They had turned a deaf ear to eleven-year-old Sirius trying to convince them that it wasn't his fault, that he really had tried to get the Sorting Hat to put him in Slytherin, that he had pleaded and pleaded with Dumbledore to change his House. They had ignored him and blamed him for dishonouring the family.

Sirius sighed, staring back up at the cloudy sky. Nothing to do. No one had answered his yells and he thought that it was rather obvious that he wanted someone to come over and entertain him. But no, apparently not. Come on, people, how much more obvious could it be that he was bored and wanted company?

He was tempted to sit up and look around for somebody to bother, James or Remus or Peter for example, but discarded the idea on the simple premise of him being too lazy. So he lay there on the grass for a few moments, drumming his fingers on the ground and watching the clouds go by. Finally, boredom overpowered laziness and he pushed himself into an upright position. Erk. Movement. That was annoying.

His gray eyes searched the grounds for anyone in particular that was interesting. James was nowhere to be seen, unfortunately. Remus was the same, probably hiding among his dusty book friends in the library. Peter was most likely inside, perhaps in the Kitchens. None of his fellow Marauders was outside or otherwise nearby to entertain him. Sigh.

But who else was there? Was Snivellus outside? Sirius scanned the grounds eagerly, but did not see the slimy-haired git. He was at such an angle that the Slytherin was hidden behind the tree. Sirius did, however, see Channing Lamport. A cute Ravenclaw girl that he had spoken to once or twice. Hey. Maybe she would talk to him and save him from boredom.

But getting to her would require movement. More movement than he wanted to perform. He thought for a moment before yelling, "hallo Channing!" She didn't hear him, being just out of earshot. He frowned. She was the only person outside that looked vaguely interesting.

Once more, boredom outvoted laziness. He pushed himself off the ground, putting all of his weight on his bare feet. Brushing the grass off of his jeans, he sauntered confidently over to Channing.

"Hallo Channing," he said with a smile once he finally reached her. "How are we toda-" He stopped in midword as his eyes landed on someone in particular.

"'allo Snivellus," he sneered, lips curling into a smirk. His wand was suddenly in his hand and being twirled lazily through his fingers, a talent that he was rather proud of.

As Channing looked from the greasy young boy, she noticed that the squid had dived down under the water and was no where to be seen, save for a few ripples here and there over the water. The First Years had apparently found it to be too cold to be in the water - or they had lost interest in the squid now that he was underneath the water - and had moved to the grass, taking a liking to throwing scattered twigs and such at each other.

She heard faint footsteps behind her and stopped when she heard a fairly familiar voice call her name. Turning, she smiled when her eyes caught the sight of the handsome Sirius strutting her direction, a confident smile spread on his face. With looks like that, there was no reason not to be confident.

She was just about to respond to him when he was stopped short. When she followed his gaze Channing noticed he was speaking to the greasy headed young boy she'd seen when she first started her walk. Snivellous. Snivellous. Oh! He must mean Severous Snape! She remembered having Potions with him last year. Poor kid always got picked on because of his hair and nose. Though she remembered him as a jerk and no-it-all.

Shrugging inwardly, she looked to Sirius again, lifting a slender brow when she noitced his wand out, twirling effortlessly in his fingers. "Hey, Sirius," she replied at last, hoping that he wouldn't do anything stupid and throw a spell at Snape or anything. Looking to Severous, she nodded once with a, "Severous," before turning to Sirius.

"How about a walk along the lake, Sirius?" She asked, taking his arm and tugging lightly. "The First years might head back into the water, and I have a feeling the Squid might come up again." She really didn't want to see anyone fighting, and with the look that covered Sirius' face, there was no doubt he hated the greasy haired boy.

Snape's dark eyes scanned the calm scene. He watched as a fifth year Ravenclaw he identified as Channing.. something or other.. got up from a nearby tree. It seemed most people were out just enjoying the weather, or in Sirius' case, dying of boredom.

His lips curled into a sneer at the thought of a dead Sirius. If only boredom could kill.. but that was only wishful thinking. Besides, if it did, he'd be dead as well, for he was often bored.

He snapped out of his rather pointless thoughts when he saw Sirius Black approach the girl. He sighed and realized that at this angle Sirius could see him. He attempted to inch around the tree, out of viewing range, but-too late. Sirius had addressed him.

Severus' eye darted from the wand in Sirius' hand to his smiling face. To Snape's dismay it seemed, he was about to be used as a boredom buster. "Hello.." Snape drawled, his eyes hard and cold as the black lake on a calm day.

Countercurses flew through Sev's head, but he didn't know which curse Sirius would choose and he terribly wished he did. The only silver lining to the whole situation was that Lily had not accompanied him, for he had been put in an embarassing predicament. Lily seeing him now would be the worst thing ever.

Her heartbeat hammered in her ear, a dull thud in harmony with a muffled ringing. An orchestra to accompany the throbbing vein in her temple, a headache settling in.
Despite the pain she could practically hear whispering in her ear, slumber also decided to throw it's two cents into the mix. So now, drowsiness lulled her into comfort, as a burning headache caused her to wince the moments away.
"Enough!" Lily Evans now shrill voice sounded in the Gryffindor Girl's Dormatory. Her attempts at perhaps a well-deserved nap had been foiled by the unexpected headache, and, naturally, this wasn't something to make her happy.
Lily sat up, gazing around her. The still room was warm, the merciful sun reaching its arms through the window, pouring its contents onto a pool beneath the window ledge. Her rustic gold and deep red blankets pushed to the foot of the bed, her pillows still askew in all directions due to her tossing about. Lily shook her head, releasing a soft sigh in defeat, and slid out of her bed.
Ambling carelessly towards the window, she stretched rather ungracefully and, upon reaching the ledge, stared out onto the grounds. Students were scattered across the seemingly ever-green grasses of Hogwarts. This content scene scattered the moment her eyes hit sunlight, however. The headache had not subsided, and the sun only agrivated it.
The fiery girl growled unimpressively; fine, the headache didn't like the sunlight? Lily was willing to battle fire with fire. Stubborness seemed to win, as she turned on her heel (a little to quickly, for she became a little dizzy after doing so), and walked with purpose out of the Gryffindor common room, towards the giant oak doors leading to the outside.
It probably wasn't the best of ideas. Maybe her headache made her immune to reason and logic, but the calm and comfortable manner of the day continued to lure her further outside.
Before she even knew it, she was gazing out at the lake. The sun playing on its surface, and Lily smiled, the loveliness forcing her to forget her pounding headache, her sleepiness, even her annoyance. The first years romping near the lake stole glances at her, but she ignored this as well. 'I probably look like a horrorshow right now,' she thought with a grin. Her brilliant red hair was tousled and messy from laying down, which was out of character for her usual appearance of being very put together.
Lily tilted her head, warmth swallowing her, but all this was instantly interrupted by an all too familiar voice. Sirius Black. But she'd be civil. For now.
Her eyes wandered until they found the three she'd found the student she'd been looking for. Pleasantly surprised, however, to find that Channing and Severus were there as well. She walked over, wearing a welcoming (or what she thought might be welcoming) smile.
"Hallo, Channing, Sev," she swallowed hard,"Bla-I mean, Sirius." She was going to regret being nice, wasn't she.

A walk around the lake with Channing? Perhaps, perhaps. But not until after Sirius gets rid of dear Snivellus...or at least humiliates him a bit, or hurts him a tad. Or gives him purple tentacles all over his body. That last one sounded good indeed. Sirius had practiced this one long and hard to get it right, and when in a magical duel, it was one of his favourites.

"A walk sounds good Channing," Sirius said, his eyes never leaving Snape and the smirk still playing on his lips. "But not just yet. Hold on a few moments, won't you?" His smirk turned to a softer smile for her briefly before becoming hard and mischievous again. This was the smirk he used when picking on Snivellus. It reached his eyes, always, and his eyes glimmered with hatred for the greasy-haired, big-nosed Slytherin.

If Lily had been there, Sirius would not have gotten this far. And he would be getting yelled at severely by now. Lily would have been Snape's saving grace and he didn't want her there? Slytherins were idiots, that was Sirius' philosophy. And Snape demonstrated that point daily to him. Well, in his point of view, anyway, and that's all that mattered to him.

It was at times like this that Sirius wished that he could do silent spells. They hadn't learned them yet, but he and the Marauders had been practicing them so that they could wow the crowd when they finally did learn them, and Sirius was hopeless at them. It was a shame, really; it would have helped him immensely in dueling.

Sirius stopped twirling his wand through his fingers and gripped it tightly. This was a sure sign that Snape would not be getting out of this. Now it was just a matter of time until the first spell was fired.

"Tarantellegra," he said, flicking his wand Snape's way. It was a relatively simple spell that he had learned a few years ago. The first time he had tried it, it had made purple tentacles sprout out of his ears. That had not been fun. He was forced into the Hospital Wing to get them removed.

"Oh, hallo Evans," Sirius said casually, keeping his eyes on Snape just in case the bugger tried to retaliate. He was fairly certain that he could disarm the Slytherin quickly enough to save his own arse from any hex sent his way. "How are you today?"

Great. A defender for the Slytherin. Just what Sirius needed.

Snape began to lift his wand, he never took his eyes off of Sirius' face. All he wanted to do was to get out of here, before anything could happen, spells raced through his head, he finally decided it would just be easiest to disarm him. But as soon as he came to this realization, his wand slipped out of his hand. He lifted his hands to look at them, and instead of five fingers he saw 5 shiny suckers. Great, now he was a relative to the giant squid! He was bloody purple!

"You'll regret that Black." Sev drawled, bending over to pick up his wand, but it was impossible. Every time he went to snatch it up, it fell out again. Why couldn't squids have thumbs why!?

Bubbling with anger he closed his eyes thinking of a way out. But the only way, it seemed was to run across campus, back into the slytherin common room, where /someone/ would be nice enough to preform the counter and get rid of these idiotic tentacles!

He closed his eyes and braced himself for this, but before he had even set one foot out, Lily was there, looking rather sick and disgruntled, but still beautiful as ever.

He didn't say a word, this was all too embarassing. He had been saved countless times by Lily from Black and Potter, he didn't want it to be like that again. He was smart wasn't he? Well then why did he always have to be baled out by a.. Mudblood! A Gryffindor mudblood! Of course he kept these thoughts to himself, or else Lily would hate him forever. He loved her so much, and it pained him to realize that she was all these things. All those things he was against and hated.

Here we go.

This was just what Channing feared: a duel between Sirius and Snape. She knew of Sirius' hate towards the greasy haired Slytherin, but hadn't seen the hate he had towards him until right then. When Sirius looked at Snape, the hatred towards his emanate in his dark orbs as his lips curled up in a sinister smirk. There was nothing she could do now to stop him from throwing a spell at the helpless Slytherin. And it was a bit unfair, though Channing didn't mind as much, not having a friendship with Snape to care if he got hexed or not. She knew Sirius wasn't going to do anything to hurt him, just scare him a bit, and have some fun with him.

When Sirius' wand lay tightly held in his hand, Channing knew he was about to throw a spell. And as the bright light flew from his wand, she had to take a minute to see straight, blinking a few times to get the white circles from her eyes to go away. When her vision cleared, she saw the purple tentacles sprouting that replaced Snape's fingers, his wand lying on the ground next to him.

She looked up as her name was spoken and smiled when she saw the red-headed Lily Evans walk over to the three. "Hiya, Lily!" Channing said with a warm smile despite the little boy fight happening just then. She noticed Lily's reaction to seeing Sirius and rose a brow slightly, wiping the surprised expression from her face quickly before anyone noticed.

Turning to Sirius, she noticed his triumphant expression right away, and couldn't help but smile and shake her head slowly. Boys. When she was about to take his hand and drag him from the little scene from the tree, he had spotted Lily as well. Oh, what a sight for Lily to see, her best friend being picked on, yet again, by the notorious Sirius Black.

Darnit. He'd messed up the spell again. Tarantellegra was supposed to make the victim's legs dance uncontrollably, despite what the name of the spell implied. Instead, he had caused Snivellus' fingers to transform into tentacles. Oh well, he'd take that as well. The thing was not to act like anything went wrong. Act like he had meant to screw up the spell. A triumphant smirk graced his lips, but his eyes stayed hard.

"Will I really?" Sirius said doubtfully, an amused tone making his voice sound light. "I doubt that I'll be doing any regretting any time soon." Because what was Snape going to do to him? The baboon couldn't even pick up the wand, let alone point it at him and fire a spell. The poor soul. If it had been anyone other than Snape or another Slytherin, he might have felt a bit bad for them. They would have been the victim of another of Sirius' spells-gone-wrong which, Merlin knew, there were enough of.

Sirius had never understood the relationship between Snape and Lily. Snape was an undeserving Slytherin, a stupid blood-centric Slytherin and Lily was a brilliant, muggle-born Gryffindor. The friendship was not appreciated by either of the two Houses; it was a bit of a Romeo and Juliet story, only a dimension where Juliet held no romantic feelings for Romeo. Aw, poor Romeo. No, not really. Sirius hadn't felt bad for Romeo when Remus had made him read the play; he hadn't much liked the guy at all, in fact. From swearing his love to Rosalie to instantly falling for Juliet? What the heck, Romeo? And what the heck, Snape, thinking that Lily Evans would ever love you back? Soon, Sirius hoped, soon she would realize what an arse you are.

"Hi Lily.." Snape said with a slight smile. He shoved his purple fingers in his robes "Why don't we go somewhere else?" he asked, flicking his head toward the castle. He wanted to be as far from Sirius Black as possible, and by the way Lily's greeting sounded so did she.

This was the one person that was on his side, hopefully forever. They had been through so much together, and he just wished she could see his point of view on more things. He sighed and once again directed his gaze at her. Instead of the cold hard expression he normally wore it was one of deep caring and softness. This was the only expression Lily knew, because it was the only one he ever wore around her.

This moment reminded Snape more than anything of the time when Tarantellegra was last used on him. He had been rushed to the hospital wing. He gave an internal shudder, he hoped that he didn't have to go there again, because it had caused him a great deal of pain.

(Agh, soz for the shorttieeee post)


Oh, yeah. She knew it, she knew she was going to regret being civil to that arrogant sod. Lily could feel her veins bubbling, the hot-white anger that began to boil inside her burning her inside, her pupils emanating angry fire. Why did Black always find the need to torture her poor friend? Okay, so he was a devote Slytherin. That certainly hadn’t stopped Lily from befriending him.
“Siris Black!” she yelled, her voice somewhat shrill and strained, “You filthy....DOG.” Funny choice of words, no?
A whole plethora of thoughts, hexes, spells, and delicious charms floated through her thoughts, tempting her. And before she could really physically retort, her hand had flown to her wand buried within her robes, her fingers clutching it with what seemed to be all her strength, her knuckles slowly contorting to turn a violent white. But, alas, no, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t dare lower herself to Black’s disgusting standards. Though, she did have every reason to.
She swallowed hard, her sudden swing of emotions leaving her a bit bewildered as she cooled slightly. The lump in her throat decreased, and she allowed her tense shoulders to loosen. Lily turned to her friend, her back facing Sirius, no longer even giving him the pleasure of her acknowledgment.
“Yes, Sev,” her eyes narrowed a little, perhaps from affection for her friend for her voice was now significantly softer. But Lily felt her chest heavy, she craved the last word. Something with the power to sting Black deep.

Severus exhaled sharply. "Great, come on.." he mumbled and jerked his head toward the castle for a second time. This was the only way he could point due to the fact that his hands were shoved in his robes. He thought about life with no hands but came to the conclusion that it wouldn't be to pleasurable. Especially if he couldn't hold a wand.

"Could you get that for me." Snape cringed with embarassment as he once again used his head nudge to indicate his wand laying on the ground.. "I'm uh.. kinda.. yeah.." he trailed off.. his face gained a very rare burst of color. He was blushing.

He started to walk ahead of Lily toward the castle and thought of what he would do about his new purple fingers. He guessed he could get Lily to preform the counter jinx, however much embarassing it would be. He knew that it would be much more embarassing if he had to beg someone in the Slytherin common room to do it for him. Not many seemed to like him, even from his own house.

His mind wandered to what had just happened. He wondered, as he had wondered so many times how Sirius the filthy Gryffindor had managed to outsmart him, again. Snape was the smarter more well behaved one. He had done nothing but loathe Sirius, and again he had ended up the one affected by it all. He sighed inwardly, welcome to the life of Severus Snape.