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You Can't Change Fate
Screw you, James
Sirius wrote, “I will not torment my fellow student,” over and over. His mind not really paying attention, although he had covered twenty two inches of parchment, he hadn’t really realized that he’d done it. His mind kept going back to Maranay yelling at him. To her telling she didn’t trust him anymore- or at least trusted him less. It had only been sex hours, but Sirius felt his heart wrenching itself out of his chest. He and Mara were almost ALWAYS together. If he wasn’t with her he was with his fellow marauders. It felt like a piece had been ripped out of his chest. Her smile, her kiss, her eyes, and the way she held him tight at they-
“Black,” McGonagall’s voice broke his subconscious.
He looked up at the professor, his eyes locking coldly with hers. She had one eyebrow raised, her lips straining to stay tight and unsmiling.
“Yes, ma’am,”
“You wrote, ‘I’m sorry, Mara,’ four hundred times.” She showed him his parchment. A long length showed what Sirius was thinking instead of what he should have written. He looked at James, whom was shaking with silent, body shaking laughter. He had fallen off of his stool and was bracing himself against the wall. Sirius looked back at McGonagall, trying his best not to curse James.
“Black,” McGonagall’s voice broke his subconscious.
He looked up at the professor, his eyes locking coldly with hers. She had one eyebrow raised, her lips straining to stay tight and unsmiling.
“Yes, ma’am,”
“You wrote, ‘I’m sorry, Mara,’ four hundred times.” She showed him his parchment. A long length showed what Sirius was thinking instead of what he should have written. He looked at James, whom was shaking with silent, body shaking laughter. He had fallen off of his stool and was bracing himself against the wall. Sirius looked back at McGonagall, trying his best not to curse James.