Rating:
G
House:
Astronomy Tower
Characters:
Original Female Witch
Genres:
General
Era:
1970-1981 (Including Marauders at Hogwarts)
Stats:
Published: 07/10/2008
Updated: 07/10/2008
Words: 1,346
Chapters: 1
Hits: 219

Slytherin Dreaming

Eir de Scania

Story Summary:
When we, in OotP, saw the Marauders taking their OWL exams there was a girl sitting behind Sirius. Who was she, and what were her thoughts?

Chapter 01

Posted:
07/10/2008
Hits:
219


SLYTHERIN DREAMING

Summary: When we, in OotP, saw the Marauders taking their OWL exams, there was a girl sitting behind Sirius. Who was she, and what were her thoughts?

Disclaimer: I don't own Potterverse. I just claim a Fanficcers right of way to stroll around.

Authors note: Much appreciated beta by Alkari, who unerringly finds all my mistakes and have many good suggestions.

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Selena Hopkirk put her quill down and flexed her fingers. There! She had done it. Every question on the OWLs DADA exams answered. Plenty of time to double-check her answers, as well. Not that she wanted to, the subject of the exams made her skin crawl.

Naturally Selena understood the importance of DADA, especially in times like this, but that didn't mean she had to like the subject, did it?

As if that hadn't been enough, Sirius Black was lounging in the seat in front of her. It was a miracle she had been able to concentrate, really!

Being a Slytherin, Selena would never admit having a big crush on Sirius Black. At most, she would say that sure, he was good-looking, but... and shake her head. And her friends would smile knowingly and nod in agreement. Selena strongly suspected at least half of them had crushes on him as well, but they wouldn't admit it any more than she would.

Back to the questions. First one was about Red Caps. That one was easy. Selena had spent long hours at Great-aunt Etheldred's house reading an old illustrated Fantastic Beasts while the grown-ups had tea and talked. Nothing to add, she'd written down everything she knew about them.

Next question, then. Death Omens. Death Omens. No-one believed in those nowadays, not even Muggles. Well, almost no-one. Berenicia Duff had come running into the Library in hysterics, claiming she had seen a Grim. But that was shortly before Easter break, and she wasn't dead yet, more the pity. Although it had been a close call when Madam Pince heard her wailing.

In front of her, Sirius stretched and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Selena couldn't help sighing, wondering if his hair was as silky and soft as it seemed... no, back to Death Omens! She sighed again, when re-reading what she'd written. She just wasn't able to make those long elaborate answers the teachers preferred. Which was why her exams and essays were graded "A", with the occasional "E". Sluggy had even said that much, during the Career Advice talk. But, he'd added, she needn't worry, with her family connections she'd go far. And how was her Aunt Mabel?

Selena's Aunt Mabel was an Unspeakable, and a former classmate of Sluggy's. Actually, Aunty deeply disliked him, but Selena kept quiet on that. Anyway, Sluggy was right, she had good family connections in the Ministry and elsewhere. And - another thing Sluggy pointed out- she had a knack for getting along with people and making friends.

Which was useful, as well as nice.

Not that everyone thought so. The other day she'd been chatting with Iphigenia Dearborn and Lily Evans, from Gryffindor. The three of them, all being fair-skinned red-heads, had the same problems with sunburn, and Dearborn had read an article on new sunscreen lotions in Witch Weekly. She promised to make copies for the other two. Later that afternoon, Severus Snape had cornered Selena and told her not to be too friendly with Gryffindor Muggles and Muggle lovers. She had told him that it was no business of his whom she talked to. There were quite a few other things she was dying to tell him, but you had to step careful around Severus. He knew too many nasty hexes, and would carry a grudge until Judgement Day, or longer.

At least there were a couple of Potions related questions for him. Both his favourite subjects at once, the slimy git probably needed an extra parchment. Or three.

She continued reading her answers, adding a few things she'd overlooked.

How to recognize werewolves. Hah, if you were close enough to notice the pupils it was far too late. She couldn't help wondering how they had found out that one. Had they asked a were to check in a mirror when transformed? Anyway, wouldn't it be a better idea to learn to recognize them when in human form? She added a couple of paragraphs on those wolf-like dogs Muggles used to pull sledges - their curled tails could be mistaken for a werewolf's tufted one.

And now on to vampires... at least werewolves were human most of the time.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly. Indoors, Selena struggled on. It wasn't easy, ignoring the sun as well as Sirius. He had tilted his chair back on two legs, looking vaguely bored. Finished already? Most students in the hall were still writing. Well, he had the brains as well as the good looks of his family, after all. And the arrogance, a small voice she tried to ignore told her.

She gave up on the potions ones. Potions were easily her worst subject. Anyway, you could buy what you needed, and leave the actual brewing to a weirdo like Severus. Those fumes couldn't be good for you, anyway.

The last question was about discussing the Unforgivable Curses. Selena didn't want to discuss them. She didn't even want to think about them. She'd had quite a debate with Tina Greatrakes and the Duff twins in the common room yesterday. Tina claimed that the killing curse was the worst, the Duffers that the torturing one was. Selena thought Imperius must be even worse, being forced to do horrible things against your will. Deira Duff claimed you weren't aware you were cursed, but Selena wasn't so sure. She felt that somewhere, deep inside, you knew and struggled in vain to break free. She wondered how Sirius felt about it. She could imagine him thinking like her, being enslaved would be the worst.

She wished she had the nerve to speak to him... Not that he was too fond of Slytherins, for a reason. But surely he realised there were nice girls in that house as well?

Or, she thought sourly, perhaps he wasn't really interested in nice girls? Selena had seen him deep in conversation with Isobel MacFusty on several occasions this term, sometimes poring over one of her Muggle magazines. Sirius was interested in some Muggle stuff, like their music and those motorcycle things that MacFusty for some reason knew a lot about. But she was supposed to be going out with Dan Dunglass, wasn't she? Not huddling in odd corners with other boys...

Oh well, there was selkie blood in the MacFusty clan, and everybody knew what that meant, didn't they? Especially all the boys who turned their heads whenever she strode by in the corridors, with that awful animated draught-excluder of a terrier at the heels of her dragon-hide boots. According to Marion McKinnon, MacFusty claimed that as she was from the Isle of Skye, not Isle of Man, there was no reason to have a cat. Selena could only agree with McKinnon it was lucky the MacFustys weren't from the Shetland Isles.

'Five more minutes!' Flitwick called out.

Oh no, here she wasted time thinking of that wench when she should double-check her answers! As usual at the end of a test, Selena was sure she had left out all the important things in her answers. Sirius was quite at ease, however, giving the thumbs-up to Potter the Prat.

No, there was no reason to stare at her parchments anymore. What was left out was left out. She allowed herself to slip into a daydream where she said something witty -she wasn't really clear on what- making Sirius actually notice her...

'Quills down, please!' squeaked Flitwick.

About time. Selena was dying for a cold drink, and to go outside. Now she only had Transfiguration to worry about.

And how to make her daydream come true, of course. She promised herself she would do it. Perhaps not this term, but next!

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