Forever Yours

Chapter 7 Notes

In your torpid history lesson the next day you were aware that you still wore a disturbed expression.

A piece of folded paper landed on your wooden desk. You unfolded it curiously and easily deciphered the neat handwriting. I know this class is boring (At my old school it was much worse.) but it isn't as bad as the look on your face. A word before 'face' was scribbled out, as if the author of the message had changed their mind about allowing you to see it. You squinted at it and thought it said beautiful. Shaking your head, you made a mental note that it might be a wise idea to get your eyes examined. Then you continued reading. So I have to ask: Is something wrong? Whatever it is you can tell me and I'll try to help.
Remus

You scrawled a reply underneath his considerate letter in handwriting that was not nearly as orderly. For once it isn't the class that's bugging me. I saw Gabby and Sirius yesterday...Need I say more?

Remus was one seat behind you; therefore it was easy for you to turn around slightly and place it on his desk. You watched him while his captivating eyes scanned over the words. Somehow he managed to look disgusted and amused simultaneously. You wished you could have taken a photograph of it. He picked up his shiny Biro and printed a response. When he glanced up to return the paper to you he noticed that you were staring at him. With a self-conscious smile at your scrutiny he held out the note. His fingertips brushed against yours when you took it, making heat rise to your cheeks since it forcibly caused you to recall how soothing it felt to have those fingers running through your hair.

After convincing yourself to quench the heat you read, Sorry about Sirius, but if you'd ever walked in on your parents you wouldn't think it was that bad. I did that once and I've never gotten up in the middle of the night for a glass of water since.

Shuddering a bit, you wrote, I don't blame you for being scarred for life. I would be too! You checked to confirm that Mr. Sotwal was not peering drunkenly in your direction before returning the folded sheet to Remus. He skimmed it, nodded to himself, and was about to write more, yet at that precise moment class ended. Several students had to awaken their sleeping friends. Among the snoozing were Sirius and Gabrielle.

"Why, Padfoot, how could you sleep through a lesson? You didn't take any notes," James chided Sirius in pretense.

Padfoot? They must all have odd nicknames. Why, though? Maybe it's a guy thing or a trend from their other school, you reasoned.

"Neither did you," Lilt told James disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry, Lils, but this-this...thing is just too weird to write with." James picked up a pencil and gazed at it from every possible angle. "I miss quills."

As Gabby awoke she muttered what you were thinking: "Quills haven't be used in years."

Lily glared at James before assuring Gabby, "He knows that. He's being a-"

"Sexy athlete," interrupted James.

With a sigh of resignation Lily stated, "That's true, though it wasn't what I was going to say."

James grinned and casually slipped his arm around Lily's waist. He twisted his head to look at you and inquired, still grinning, "Why were you and Remus passing notes?"

Is it as obvious to James as it is to Sirius? You answered, "Our plan to take over the world using only paper clips and sporks."

Sirius, who had yet to shake off all of his grogginess, asked, "Really?"

Remus groaned, "Fantasy was joking. We were actually talking about how disturbed she was by you and Gabrielle."

Sirius yawned.

Gabby rolled her eyes at you. "Be more open-minded."

Before you could respond Remus said, "I used to be open-minded, but my brains kept falling out."

Everyone laughed.

"C'mon, let's go to lunch," suggested James.

Sirius gave you and Remus meaningful looks. Next, he helped James guide the girls to the canteen.

Once you and Remus ambled out of Mr. Sotwal's classroom together you decided to ask him out. After all, he seemed to fancy you and Sirius claimed that he did. If Remus didn't care for you in that manner the worst that would occur it that he'd say, "No." You could cope with that, or at least you hoped you could.

After taking a deep breath and reminding yourself not to act nervous you queried, "Remus, will you go out with me?"

Remus froze and blinked numerous times, seemingly in shock. Then his eyes lit up, causing them to be even lovelier than usual. Despite his unambiguous excitement, his voice came out with its typical calm, pleasant sound. "I'd be delighted, milady. Where would you like to go?"

You smiled, partly from happiness and partly from the marvel of how well Sirius knew his comrades. "There's a dance next week-"

"Sounds perfect. Say no more."