Alone...for once.

[Sirius Black]

As he ran it over in his mind, Sirius had been harsh on her..maybe abit too harsh. He couldn't help but want to cry now, yet none fell. Nice going you heartless bastard he thought to himself, eyes flashing in concern as he jumped back out of the tree. He looked around, finding Amy was no where to be seen. He wandered where she could have gone so he followed the tracks she had left in the snow, his heart throbbing against his chest. Not being friends with her was like not breathing..it just wasn't possible. He found his feet covering the ground like mad and soon he broke out into a run. Soon, his feet contacted with the concrete of the courtyard, but he did not stop. Oh she was infuriating sometimes, but his heart was telling him that if he wasn't going out with Leyla, he'd ask Amy out again. Now that seemed impossible. Everything seemed to be that way. He passed many students who asked him why he was running, but he ignored them out of pure spite. He didn't know why he was running, but he was anyway. He came to the grand staircase and leapt up it, taking all his energy into running, though he now was breaking into a profuse sweat. He passed the fourth floor, then the fifth, then the sixth floor. Finally, he came to the seventh floor. He sprang down the corridor and soon came to the Fat Ladie's portrait and boy did she have a smug look on her face.

"Fortuna Major!"
He yelled, gasping for breath. She didn't budge.
"Bloody hell do I need to type it on my forehead?! Fortuna Major!"
"Seems you're the reason that little lady is crying her eyes out. What have you to say about that Black?"
Sirius grew wide-eyed. She was crying? Over him? It was doubtable, yet here the Fat Lady was, telling him it was so. He grew abit angry, growling as he barked out his words.
"Damn it then all the more reason to let me in!"
He said, then pushed passed students to get inside. He ran up the girl's dormitory steps after Amy, but to his dismay, they flattened out, causing him to lose his footing, inevitably causing him to slide down. He ignored the students in the room and transformed into his bear like dog self, then bounded up the steps. His pads on his feet gripped rather well for him and soon he was in the room. He jumped on Amy's bed and lay there, looking at her. She knew he was an animagus, having told her when they started going out. He whined cutely, trying to comfort her. He knew how much she liked him better in dog form than human. He couldn't yell at her.

[Amy Heffernan]

She had stopped crying some time ago. At about five minutes after she stopped crying and being angry and frustrated and annoyed...she sat on her bed, holding a pillow. As if out of nowhere, she heard someone fall down, someone had been trying to get up the stairs. And she could only guess who it was. She really didn't want to deal with him anymore...at least tonight. But of course, within moments, as she knew he would, the big, bear-like, puppy-eyed dog came and sat on her bed. Damn him, he knew she couldn't resist dogs, let alone him as a dog. Damn him for taking advantage of her weakness. She pet him softly, and sighed deeply, staring at him.

"You are such a prat Sirius Black..." She said half-smiling, giving him a look that obviously said, 'I forgive you and I overreacted'. This wouldn't have ever happened if he hadn't read her journal in the first place, but whatever, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. A part of her was never easy to forgive people, but lucky for him, that peice of her wasn't showing through today. Having a stroke of brilliance, and knowing that it was time that she shared her lyrics with someone, she got up from the bed and pulled a tattered notebook from underneath her bed and sat back down with it. She flipped through the pages, and her eyes fell on the page she was looking for. She half-smiled again, taking another deep breath before speaking again.

"You know, after we broke up...I wrote a song about it...Because thats usually what I do when something important happens, I write a song about it." She said softly, looking down at the paper. Sometimes she wondered what would happen if they hadn't broken up. But that didn't matter now.

[Sirius Black]

Sirius yawned rather noisily in dog formation. It was just his reply from a lovable pooch such as himself. He tugged the corner of his mouth in a very dog like smirk, his eyes gleaming in mischief even as a dog. He brought his head closer to Amy, making sure his warm breath went on her. His puppy dog eyes were really rather sad, a hint he was as sorry as he could ever be. He nudged his hand with a cold wet nose as she pet him. His tounge snuck out and licked her face plafully, his way of asking for an apology. Her voice was soothing to him and his ears propped forward when she told him of a song she wrote. He nudged her, wanting her to read it to him. He had always liked hearing songs and basically this was his way of saying he wanted her to sing to him. She had a beautiful voice, but that was just the way he was. He could be a pain in the neck sometimes, but he was lovable none the less. He yawned again and made alittle cute whimpering sound that he knew she purely loved and could not resist. No girl could and that was their weakness. He loved being a pain and wouldn't leave her side until she sang to him, which could be a problem when Leyla came up to the girl's dormitory. He still couldn't believe that she had been crying earlier. He then licked her face again, wondering why she would be crying over him. Did she really like him that much as a friend, perhaps more? He didn't know, but knew he could grow on someone. That much was for sure.

[Amy Heffernan]

She smiled at him and the little torn book in her hands. It was insane to think that the two of them together had been so long ago. When she looked back at her music, she felt what she was feeling then. The song she wanted him to hear was written a week after they broke up. She was hurting then, almost too much for words. But she was...angry, for the way she acted...and the way he did. He was the only boyfriend she had ever really cared about, everyone after that was just a part of her rules, a part of her fun. Looking back at her lyrics she realized that her best music was written when she was around him, as friends or more. Things were changing for her again. But she wasn't going to let anything break her, not now...not ever.

She went over to the corner of the room where her guitar was. It was basically her most prized possesion. The Cherry oak guitar was smooth and it felt right to hold it. She put her hands on the strings, and started playing the chords in progression, the sound was rough, but smooth at the same time, very similar to her voice when she started singing. She hadn't sang...or played, in several months, and it felt like coming home for the first time in years. It made everything she was worrying about better instantly. And knowing she had an audience was even better.

"I’ve been behind on the events of the past 7 days
I’ve been sleeping in my bed
And missing you like sometimes crazy girls do

I’ve been hanging like a child onto this photograph of us
It was taken on a bus across town the last time I saw you

And now this whole world is going ‘round
But it’s when you’re gone it really brings me down, down

Well I can’t get my self together I’m soaking in the pain
It’s ridiculous how easy it is to go astray
When my focus ain’t right
Sometimes crazy’s all right

And now this whole world is going ‘round
But it’s when you’re gone it really brings me down, oh

Oh, will you wait till I get back home again
‘Cause I’m willing to give this another chance
Only you baby keep me up at night
Sometimes crazy’s all right

Well I never thought I’d say I was in love with you again
It’s funny how my life has come around to this
And I’m crazy for you
I do like crazy girls do

And now this whole world is going ‘round
But it’s when you’re gone it really brings me down…

Oh, will you wait till I get back home again
‘Cause I’m willing to give this another chance
Only you baby keep me up at night
Sometimes crazy’s all right, crazy’s all right

Oh, will you wait till I get back home again/[this whole world…]
‘Cause I’m willing to give this another chance/[…is going ‘round]
Only you baby keep me up at night/[this whole world is going ‘round]
Sometimes

Oh, will you wait till I get back home again/[this whole world…]
‘Cause I’m willing to give this another chance/[…is going ‘round]
Only you baby keep me up at night/[this whole world is going ‘round]
Sometimes crazy’s all right"

She finished, smiling bigger than ever. She looked at him, and spoke again, in a raspy comforted tone.
"You wanna just hang out...talk, kinda like we used to?" She asked him, just friends was better than nothing at all, and she would just have to deal with that.

[Sirius Black]

Sirius watched as she got up and held the cherry wooded guitar in her hands. She looked like a natural holding it, as much or more than he did. The valuable guitar he had in the boy's dormitory was his way of escaping the world. It was like they were in tune with one another, both physically and mentally. He wrote a song that pertained to the two of them a few weeks after they called it quits. Sometimes he missed those days, times when nothing mattered but the two of them for all eternity. Of course he'd miss her. She was one of his first serious love interests and those few months they spent together was just magic, ironic since they were in the wizarding world. They could have been in space for all he cared. He would still care for her, still want to be at her side...yet it wasn't going to be. He wanted it, but Leyla made him happy. He hoped he made her happy too. He didn't want to be a bad boyfriend or an arrogant putz. That was not something he wanted, nor needed right now. Yeah, he was an arrogant, sadistic lolly gagger, but could he help it? No and he didn't want to either. It was fun being annoying and arrogant.

His dog jowls lifted into a slight smile. He still had his human ways, some things he wouldn't have been able to do if he was really a dog. He rested his head on his paws as he sat there in the warmth of her bed. He closed his eyes, dozing lightly as her sweet voice filled his erect ears, meaning he was actually paying attention. It was dastardly hard to get him to pay attention, even in classes or to someone who he really wanted to pay attention. The song was simply beautiful, just that. There was nothing really wrong with it, despite the fact he some times wanted to be by her side..no. He wouldn't do that to Leyla. He felt in love with her and wanted, more than anything, for them to work out. His relationship life with other girls wasn't something to brag about and the longest relationship he had in his Hogwarts career was with Amy. He wanted to tell her that, but felt she'd slap him across his untainted, handsome-featured face.

When the song was over, he opened his large grey eyes and looked over at her, his head rising until it was pretty much eye level. He stood up on the bed, gave a few shakes to send his body in an invigorating state, then jumped down and trotted the length of the room to her side. He rested his large, bulky head in her lap, nudging her hand as he did so to get her attention and that he wanted to be petted. Her hands were always soft and smelled good with that lotion she'd use. The voice she had was simple, yet amazing with every word that came from her vocals. He yawned abit, wondering slightly if that was all the song and if she had more in that journal of her's. He nudged the book with his wet nose, moving it abit. He sat down by her side as he rested his bulky dog's head in her lap, then made the motion to lick her hand.
His tounge was warm and even for a dog he seemed to drool more than he'd want to admit. His dog formation was loyal and trustworthy, everything that his human form was not.

In an instant, he transformed back into the arrogant boy known as Sirius Black, a wild grin on his face. For a moment, he glanced back at the staircase, wondering if it made boys get out of the dorms if they were already in them. He wasn't going to find out so his sat on her bed, placing his elbows on his spread apart knees as his eyes danced in merryment while he watched her. He smirked playfully at her.
"Yeah. Talking like we used to would work."
He said, the smirk melting into a simple smile that only Sirius could possess.
"I'm sorry I read your journal. It wasn't my place."
He admitted, his apology rather half-assed, but hey any apology was better than none at all when coming from Sirius Black. It was harder than hell to get an apology out of him sometimes and Amy hadn't even made a point to try.

[Amy Heffernan]

She grinned as the dog form of the boy nudged and licked her hand, which was comforting, extremely comforting actually. She happened to know that this was the best part of friends. The little things they would do to make her feel better, especally when it came to the black haired prankster. He had a particular charm that got him out of a messy situation, and could make any girl smile. She wouldn't classify herself as a fangirl or a groupie, but as a friend who, if he was free, wouldn't be opposed to dating again, or at least trying to. It was a complicated situation between the two of them. But she settled for friends, which was a huge compliment to him and to his girlfriend because the vivacious brunette loved the spotlight and never settled for second best, Sirius knew that.

Seeing the actual boy form of Sirius was actually just as comforting as the dog form. Okay, so the dog form was slightly less annoying, but she loved him all the same. He just happened to be one of her best friends and one of the only non girl-friends she could talk to when she really needed it, he was now one of the only people to hear her sing, with her own music at least. It wasn't as if she didn't think she had a good voice, but she just...didn't like to put her lyrics out there, because that would give her a vulnerability she didnt want.

His apology also made her smile, maybe more than anything, and the fact that he was still cool to talk to her. If she had lost one of her best friends over something stupid like this, she would be more than upset.
"Its okay, your more than forgiven. So anyways, tell me about Leyla, shes a fourth year Gryffindor right?" She said, genuinely interested in what he had to say, and for completely non-selfish reasons too. She wanted to know that he was going to be okay, and she wanted to make sure he treated her right, not like all the other girls, especally since she heard the girl was nice.

[Sirius Black]

[[Bah I have no muse. I hope this works]]

He watched her, merely as if she was some sort of alienistic being when she asked that Leyla was a Gryffindor and fourth year at that. To be honest, he hadn't even known what year she was in [(admin mistake)] and he felt rather abashed at himself. He wasn't going to show it though, just raised his eyebrows in his surprise. It was rather annoying that girls knew more than he did. He gave her a smile though, brows lowering back to their original state. He wasn't going to portray himself as an ass, seeing as how that was the way he often did things. He couldn't quite understand the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he could never stop acting like an ass. Maybe he should ask around, or even Leyla herself, to find out more information about her. She was so mysterious and mezmerizing that if he began pouring out his feelings, Amy might slap him, kick him out of the dormitory and never speak to him again. Sirius did not want that to happen so he merely kept his yap shut about the negativeness of it all.

He continued watching her, eyes traveling from the guitar and directly to her face. Sirius was a rare occassion when his eyes were most likely the best thing, other than his fabulous looks, about him. Many people could agree with him, but that wasn't on his mind right now. He found the best thing about girls, but most importantly this particular girl, was her eyes. In a moment he was lost, forgetting himself and the fact he had a girlfriend. Oh why were girls always doing this to him?! He could never not look at a girl without portraying himself as a mouth floppy fish, which was exactly what he was doing right now. The lips were willing, bust the words were lost somewhere beneath his vocals and along the lines towards his stomach. Speak Dammit! Don't just mouth flop! She's not friends with a fish! For once, and only once, this was that rare time when he actually paid high attention to that small, insignificant little voice in the back of his head. He brushed the embarressed part away, smiling softly as the expression on his face gentled.

"Yeah she is."
He said, coming back to earth, but apparrently he seemed like he wanted to say more. Damn is she a good kisser! Sexy too! Hot damn! Yeah. Say that and you're a dead man Sirius. I won't be able to help you with that. He slapped himself mentally, shoving those thoughts away as well.
"At least, I'm almost sure she's a fourth year. I haven't really..erm..gotten to know her yet."
Yeah brilliant. Now she's going to think what you mean is 'I haven't laid her brains out yet!' type of thing. Just admit it! It's lust! Came that annoying voice. He had to speak his mind, well, the other half. The part that was his gut instinct.
"Do you ever have voices in your head Amy?"
Random? Oh yes very much. Leave it to Sirius to obviously change the subject matter in a giff.

[Amy Heffernan]

[admin mistake? yeah okay. ]

It almost upset her that he didn't know much about her. I mean here he claimed to really like...maybe even love this girl, but he knew nothing about her. It was in Amy's firm belief that to be in love with someone, you had to be friends, and know them, first. Every girlfriend he had, other than very few, he had only just met upon dating for a two week or less period of time. For the brief period she met Leyla, she actually liked the girl. She was nice, sweet...unlike most of the girls that he dated. She was more concerned about the girl...he was following his patterns.

Because she liked him, she wanted to tell him that he was fine with her, to just follow that pattern, that she would still be an obsessed fangirl in the end, even if they do break up. But she couldn't do that. Somehow, she just couldn't seem to grasp the reason, she just...didn't want this girl to get hurt. Not like the others. She wanted him to try. Maybe subconsiously she figured that when and if they broke up, and he didn't follow his patterns, it would prove he was more mature...that maybe they would have a chance. But she didn't want to think that way, even subconsiously. She only watched him mesmorized...finally she decided to respond after hearing is 'full' confessional.

"Look, first of all, nice try on changing the subject there. Now, let me give you some of my award winning advice. If you really like this girl...don't go 'Sirius' on her. Don't...don't follow that pattern that you always do. Don't not get to know her, lead her on, shag her, and then ditch her after two weeks. If you really like this girl, as much as it hurts me to stay objective and give you this advice, be friends with her...get to know her, allow yourself to...fall for her. Be serious. If you really like her...if its just lust, like it is ninty percent of the time with you...then don't lead her on like this. You need to start growing up...and however cheesy this may sound...follow your heart, not your...sexual desires okay? And if you are having voices, listen to them...its your subconsious, which most of the time is your instinct, which is directly connected to your heart. Or at least I think so..." She finished her monologue, and was sort of regretting it. It was good advice, but it physically hurt her to give him this advice. She really hated this situation...but she wanted him to grow up...and be happy.

[Sirius Black]

For a minute or two, Sirius really felt like an ass. There he went again, blabbing his happy little mouth off before he actually thought about what he was going to say. So, here it was in the open: he didn’t know his own girlfriend. How thick could you get? Apparently very, seeing as how now his mind was rushing with positively wicked retorts to spit out at Amy as if she was some blood relative and not a close friend. That was the problem though. Amy was a friend.. His best friend if he ever had the gall to admit it, which he didn’t. She was funny, gentle minded, and actually cared about what happened to his idiocy prone arse. Yeah it was sad, but sometimes the things filled with the most sorrow and are painful to confess are true. Amy had been there for him more than James, Peter or Remus.. Well, maybe that was cutting it a little close. Remus was the most trusting guy around, even though he had his issues. Peter was just.. Peter, actually and James.. James was like his brother, his partner in crime for pranking any available candidate and his shield for the bouts of skirt chasing they did together. A very bad habit of his, however hilarious even, but something that wasn’t really going to disappear fully, regardless of the fact he had a girlfriend. He knew in all integrity that Amy would knock some sense into him about that, having been caught on numerous occasion where he was looking, flirting and even touching when he was already committed.

Damn. Well that was the word of the century! Since when was Sirius Black ever committed to anything!? The boy couldn’t even commit to asking someone out for one of his friends, much less be devoted to a girl. And that’s where he realized how much of a jerk he had been.. Not only to Amy, but to all the others as well. The rumors that one of his exes spending hours crying over him was truth, having been told this by Lily and Amy both. He had hurt them, and this made him distraught in all sincerity, but he had done the same to Amy. Wow. Now he really felt like a moronic nitwit that wasn’t fit to be in the same room as her. As this thought entered his mind, he stood up from the window sill and crossed the room, intended on leaving the girl’s dormitory to go pass out for the rest of the night.. As he did so though, he let his corrupt eyes fall on Amy’s honest ones and he stopped in his tracks. He leaned up against the door frame of the closet, tucking his hands in his pockets as he looked at her. Would this girl never leave him alone about his relationships? No. She wouldn’t because she wasn’t quite a girl, but not quite entered into womanhood. She was more mature than her, in more ways than one, but still she didn’t have the qualities that symbolized her as a woman. He sighed to himself slightly, eyes falling to the ground. He could never really look death in the face and the same with looking Amy in the eyes. He felt.. Dishonest, untrusting and heartless. He wasn’t fond of it either.

“What the bloody hell do you mean, nice try changing the subject?” He said, trademark growl showing slightly in his voice as a mock frown came upon his lips, “Let’s get something straight: I know you think you’re my counselor in dating or something, but can’t you trust me not to mess this up? Have faith in me like you used to?” He asked, not really contemplating the trust issue was referring to them. He had looked back at her at the beginning of his speech, that mischievous gleam in his eyes fading, but not completely vanishing. “What if I do go all Sirius on her? That is my name you know and I won’t be able to help that, would I? And what do you mean patterns? I don’t plan my life. It just..” He couldn’t really think of something that wouldn’t refer to their little fiasco again so he strayed from it, coming onto the part where he really liked Leyla. “You are right that I like her and maybe you’re right on the fact I should grow up, put this advice into some use..” he added something under his breath, which he tried to hide from her , “like it’ll help.” ouch. Harsh much? “Having voices could land me in St. Mungo’s Amy. Do you really want me to be in there? Hmmm??” He teased her slightly, mischievous gleam glowing a tad more brighter than before.

[Amy Heffernan]

Amy was incredibly taken aback by what he was saying. First off, he just got up to walk out. And for that moment, Amy figured that he had made a decision, maybe that he actually took her words into consideration. Maybe he was finally growing up. At first, she thought that maybe he was going to get to know Leyla, though a part of her wished he realized that maybe he didn't love her like he said he did. She knew that probably wasn't the case. But then she noticed his body language. He was somewhat upset by what she said. She was only trying to help him, because if he really did like her, then she didn't want him royally screwing it up for himself. So maybe she just shouldn't help.

And his words confirmed it. She should definately not help Sirius Black ever again. Because whenever she tried giving him advice, he took it seriously and got all defensive on her, so now it was her turn to get defensive. She wasn't just going to let him talk to her like he was, it wasn't fair, and it sort of...no totally pissed her off. She got off her bed and walked over to him, standing a good three to five inches shorter than him without shoes on. She wanted to slap him so bad, and she was at the perfect angle to do so, but she witheld, at least until she had her say in.

"You know, I'm about to put you in Saint Mungoes for talking to me the way you are when you know how I feel about you and I'm still sitting here trying to give you advice and help you. You know that I'm right otherwise you wouldn't be defensive. Swallow your pride, be a man, and face your feelings. And while you're at it...GET OUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" She said, at first very calm, then her voice escalating to yelling. She wanted to slap him more than anything in the world. But she wouldn't...she wasn't going to do it.

[Sirius Black]

Somehow, Sirius knew he wasn’t going to be slapped by her, or he probably would have exited stage right far before hand. Why was she getting upset all of a sudden when she used to have wanted to just talk.. Like we used to yeah and now he was being an ‘I’m too good for you’ wanna-be bad boy, the Black side of him showing like mad. Sometimes (a very small portion) it was good to be a Black, able to control one’s anger, but others.. Well, he’s a guy, so does he have to explain how he acts? No. Right now he was confused. Didn’t she give him this advice in all hope that he would stop not leaving her alone? Didn’t she love him, or so she had screamed? He was befuddled.. Again. In all honesty, he liked, loved hearing her help, but pricks could not come out and openly admit that to the world now could they? He hated acting this way towards her. It always ended up with them two fighting like crazy, words exchanging that made both of them feel like crap afterwards. He didn’t want his friendly basis only with Amy to turn to just bitter enemies and complete strangers. He wanted to know her, needed her in his life to set him on the straight and narrow. Was this how he repaid her? He was really a good guy at heart, but every time he was with Amy.. It was like that was forgotten and he was thrown into ass mode.

Here she was now, inches from his face as all traces of mischief melted back into his complexion. There was nothing amusing nor enjoyable about this conversation and he was just hurting her as it progressed. He knew he was showing what he felt through his body movements and in that respect he cursed himself, cursing his being made a human. Life in his dog formation was so simple: He could go around the school, wearing false tags that said he belonged to a student no one knew and get loved by all the pretty girls. The security of being a dog was pushed to the max when in relation of being a human. He had always shouted out come backs so easily as a human. Now his retort speech was minimal to whines, barks and howls, all of which weren’t difficult to decipher. Sometimes he knew being a dog was hard because of the fleas, but deep down he felt the world would be better without a human Sirius. For many a year he had believed no one could live without him, but tonight he was proven gravely wrong as Amy had yelled for him to get out and leave her alone. At this wish, his spirits sunk deeply, burying themselves for what could be the rest of his miserable existence. He needed her. He couldn’t just leave her ‘alone’. That was impossible.. Wait.. Did he just admit he could love her as well?

“I can’t Amy,” he said to her, soft and hurt like an abused pup might sound. He dropped his head, tearing his gaze away and he rubbed his lips together in momentary thought. He might regret what he contemplated where this was going and knew Leyla would hate him if she found out what he was about to say. He mentally shook everyone away, leaving the space in his head containing Amy and her words towards him. He looked back at her, his eyes showing a hint of longing. “I can be a man, swallow my pride and face my feelings, but I can’t just leave you alone.” He said, swallowing hard. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I’ll go now, if you want me to.” He stated, brushing passed her and coming to the door knob. He placed his hand on it, but didn’t turn it yet as he turned his face half way to her, not directly looking at her. He gave a dry laugh before saying, “You know, it's funny. Maybe this world would be better without Sirius Blacks running around to make everyone’s life miserable.” And with that, the knob turned. He had forgotten about the charm to keep boys out and he was immediately thrown on his back, straight onto the slick surface of the flattened flight of stairs. The door flew open, hitting him on the head a couple times and soon he landed on the floor with a thud. It was no less than he deserved, having been such a prick to Amy in the last few months. She didn’t merit that, but he did when it came to being slapped across the face.

[[Go after him Amy. You know you want to.. Lol]]

[Amy Heffernan]

Why did he have to do that? She knew she had gotten to him, but he had gotten to her in return. When they talked about stuff like this, they always got into fights. She knew she couldn't stay mad at him forever, but she was going to try her damnedest. She was the only person in the world who found it ulimately difficult to hold a grudge. Well that was all about to change. She was going to be stubborn, and difficult until he did something outrageous to apologize, like got up on a table and did something outrageous over morning breakfast. That she could accept...but she would never make him to that. She was battling the little voices in her own head. 'One said to just forgive him, you can't stay mad at him forever' while the other one was saying 'Did you hear what he was saying to you...never ever forgive him'. The vicious Amy was leaving though...she always ran back to him after they fought, one way or another...

The sound of his voice was...almost unbearible. She didn't want that to be the way he made her feel bad, but it was. Amy Heffernan had a major temper, he knew that, and still he continued to test her over and over again. Why? Why did he always start fights like this...'Cause he's a guy...'. But he didn't even always start them. Sometimes she did. Maybe in this case she overstepped her boundries. Maybe her crossed the line of friendly advice and into telling him exactly what to do. But she was only trying to help him...and she sort of still hoped he took something from what she told him. She hoped he took something from anything she'd ever told him. Did she really care about him that much? The answer was obviously yes, or she wouldn't be softened, but she wouldn't cry...not twice in one night. At his words, he turned around ready to leave but Amy tried to stop him...

"Wait!" She spoke quickely but he had already forgotten about the stairs...damn stairs. She ran down the stairs to find him at the bottom, lying fully consious, with probably a bit of a bruised ego. People around laughed but Amy ignored them. She had a smirk on her face that was soft and apologetic.
"You know, you probably should've remembered those stairs...you couldn't eliminated the Sirius Black of the world and who would I have to give advice to after that? I'm sorry okay? Just...nevermind are you okay?" She said, sitting him up a bit. People around [1st and 2nd years] were staring and snickering at the two at the bottom of the stairs. Amy looked over and gave them a basic look of death that said, 'Do you want to get hexed?' and they scurried away like mice, going back to what they were doing. She turned back to Sirius and smirked a bit, but still just as softly as before...and apologetic smile.
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