Grey Eyes

An Unexpected Rescue

I focus my eyes just in time to see Mia's wand fly out of her reach again.

Who is that? Someone with black hair? Who do I know has black hair... Wait, Sirius? Seriously? Ha, lookit that. My first knight in shining armor moment. I can just imagine the sparkles and roses and rainbows... and unicorns...

Okay, I definitely have a concussion.

Sirius strides over to Mia, grabs the blonde's forearm, and lifts her off the ground to face him in one fell swoop. Damn, if I were her, I'd be terrified. Yeah, he looks that angry.

“What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?” he demands fiercely.

“S-Sirius! I was just—” she stammers out, trying to make up a quick excuse for why she threw a rock in my face.

Does an excuse even exist for something like that? Oh, sorry, there was a speck of dirt on her face, so I was helping her brush it off... with a giant rock.

“Just what?” Sirius asks, the look on his face bordering on pure contempt. “You know, Mia, I've been letting you off for harassing any and all of my girlfriends over the past few years. But Cecilia? That is bloody pushing it,” he finishes through gritted teeth.

“B-but!” Mia stutters, tears now watering her eyes.

Blimey, if she hadn't thrown a rock at me, I would almost pity her… Actually, no, sorry, I just can’t get over it. A bloody rock? Really, Mia, really?!

Sirius just shoves her arm away. “Get out of here before I do something I regret.”

Mia just stands there frozen in shock, but Sirius glowers at her again.

“MOVE IT!”

After a final glare at the girls' retreating backs as they run away sobbing something about betrayal, a meanie, and getting tricked by a devilish witch – oi, who's the calling the kettle black here? – Sirius runs over to hop over the broken greenhouse wall and help me up.

“Cecilia!” Sirius grabs my arm and lifts me up into his arms to heft me up and out of the greenhouse. “Bloody hell, are you okay?” he asks, worry lining his face.

I gesture at my concussed head with my eyes and look back at him pointedly.

“Okay, stupid question,” Sirius admits before using his sleeve to dab at the blood beginning to run down the side of my head. “How the hell did you get into this mess?”

Gooooood question.

“It was going fine before your insane fangirl threw a bloody rock in my face!” I say defensively. “She only called me out to talk and, yeah, okay it could've gone way worse, but really I'm fine...” And at that I begin to feel my head lolling back dizzily and my eyesight starting to blur. “Blimey, the rainbows are seriously blinding now...”

Sirius' eyes narrow in concern at my nonsensical words and he snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Oi, snap out of it!”

“Hey!” I smack his hand away with the back of my palm. “I have the most insane concussion right now and you're preventing me from passing out?”

“You’re not supposed to pass out when you have a concussion!”

“Well, what am I supposed to do then?”

“Stay awake until I carry you back to the Hospital Wing and Madam Pomfrey takes a look at you!”

“You don’t have to bloody carry me!”

“Yes, I bloody do!”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“Whoa, and here I thought I’d walk into the middle of an epic battle between Sirius and Mia, but you two are just having a row again!” I hear a voice come from around the greenhouse corner.

I raise my sore head up a bit to glance over Sirius’ shoulder, which in retrospect… major regrets. “Remus! What’re you doing here?” I ask in surprise.

Seems like Mia was far from discreet about this. Practically everyone found this place.

Remus runs over and pockets his own drawn wand. “I saw you lot from the window of the History of Magic classroom and thought you might need some help. Sirius ran off earlier muttering something about forgetting his Astrology book.” He laughs at Sirius and shakes his head. “You’re such an idiot, mate. We have no Astrology today.”

Sirius scratches his head. “Oh, right huh…”

I raise my eyebrows at this new information. Was Sirius really in that much of a hurry to come find me that he made that obvious of an excuse? Oh please, as if he even gives a rat’s arse about me. Although… he did come to my rescue in the end. That must count for something, right?

“But anyway, mate,” Remus continues, “don’t you and James have something to do after History of Magic? What are you still doing here?”

“Oh!” Sirius smacks his palm to his forehead. “We still have to buy those Dr. Filibuster’s Fireworks from Ed after class and I’m the one holding the money!” He gently leans me back on the greenhouse wall and starts running back towards the castle. “Take care of Cecilia for me, mate!” he calls over his shoulder.

Wait a minute… did he just leave me for some bleedin’ fireworks?! I mean I know I must not look all that pretty with all this blood on the side of my face, but I’d think I’m at least a little more important than an inanimate object! I give up on him. Seriously, I give up.

…No pun intended.

Remus gives Sirius a wave in reply before turning back to me. He bends down by my side, a concerned look on his face. “You okay?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was?” I reply with a groan.

“Not a chance.” Remus laughs at my nonchalant reaction. “Honestly, you’re always like this.”

Always like what?

He turns around so he’s facing away from me and gestures towards his back. “Here, hop on.”

I gape at him incredulously. “What?

Remus rolls his eyes. “I’ll give you a piggy-back ride back to the castle. Or would you rather me carry you in my arms?” He grins at me playfully.

“None of the above!” I protest, my face starting to turn pink again. “I’m definitely too heavy for you. Don’t carry me!”

Remus just reaches behind himself to grab my arms and pull me onto his back, despite my endless protests. “Oi, are you overestimating your stick-ness or underestimating my strength? Because both are wrong.” He stands, picks up my bag from the ground, and starts walking across the grass towards the castle again.

“Just don't blame me when you collapse and fall and break your spine and then die a horrible death under my weight,” I mutter into his back.

Remus chuckles. “You're over-exaggerating.” He pauses for a moment and then asks, “So how're you holding up? You got a couple of scratches on you as well. Do you want them to get checked by Madam Pomfrey? I can bring you up to the Hospital W—”

“Wait, wait, wait!” I interject as Remus steps through the front doors and moves towards the Hospital Wing. “I don't want to give anybody anymore unnecessary trouble,” I mumble into his shirt again. “I mean, if I went to the Hospital Wing, then I'd have to tell Madam Pomfrey what happened because if I didn't, it'd sound like I was skiving off, so then I'd get a bunch of people into trouble because technically I was skiving off and so were you and Sirius and then we'd all get into trouble…”

And this is a huge run-on sentence. My voice trails off feebly as I realize how stupid I must sound. Defending the girl who nearly cracked your skull open? Cecilia, you’re a complete idiot!

Remus suddenly stops in his tracks and turns to look at me. “Wow. You're a… pretty nice person, aren't you?”

“What do you mean?” I laugh awkwardly. “I just don't want anymore problems than I already have.”

Remus grins and then pivots on his heel to walk back down the hallway. “Well, I guess our destination is the Common Room then.”

“Ah, yeah sure,” I reply succinctly before remaining silent for the rest of the way to the Portrait Hole.

Well, can you blame me? Even just staying awake is giving me a headache. And I already have a headache! Don’t pass out when you have a concussion, Sirius had said. Since when did he become a medical expert?

Once we reach the Common Room, Remus lies me down on the couch in front of the fire and backs off towards the Portrait Hole again. “I’m going to get you some ointment for the cuts on your hands and some water, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Yup, you got it, Mr. Super Nice Guy Who Is About To Get Me Stuff To Make My Head Feel Better And Stuff. Youuuu got it.”

I scrunch my eyes at my reply. Bloody hell, I have absolutely zero filter. Better shut up before I say something I regret.

“Yeah, you are super nice, Remus. I like you, Remus. Be my friend forever, Remus.”

I only vaguely register his snort of laughter behind me. “Just try and keep your mouth shut, will you?”

Some part of my brain recognizes the sound of the Portrait Hole closing, but my mouth still shouts in reply, “Like I can even move!”

I let out the most obnoxious sigh and let myself sink into the couch cushions.

What time is it? Probably in the middle of the afternoon, so everyone must still be in class. The room’s completely silent save for the crackling of the fire and my mind can do nothing more than focus completely on the constant throbbing in my head.

What. A. Day.

I can’t believe this is what my life has come to. Is this what public school is supposed to be like? Drama and giant rocks in faces? In retrospect, I should have just told Madam Pomfrey about what happened and let Mia get what she deserves.

Honestly, you’re always like this.

What did Remus mean by that? Being bloody thick and not ratting people out? I mean, I’ve always kept to myself and usually don’t want anyone bothering with my problems, but now I’m just doing all this unconditionally. Even with Sirius and Remus rushing over to help me…

My mind subconsciously flashes back to the furious look on Sirius’ face when he was confronting Mia about harassing me. Then to the worried look on his face when he bent down to help me. It seemed so genuine.

Just the thought makes me frown to myself.

He… has like… a split personality or something.

Sirius makes it seem like he doesn’t pay the slightest attention to me, but there are times when I find him looking at me or even when he protected me from Mia that it makes me think for just a second that he cares a lot more about me than I think. Or am I just imagining it? Blimey, this is giving me a headache.

I reach into my back pocket for my wand to turn down the lamps around the room, but what I find makes me sit straight up in horror.

“Where’s my wand? I couldn’t possibly have…” I clutch my head and groan. “I must have dropped it in the greenhouse when I fell! How am I going to get—oh, I can just use a Summoning Spell! Accio wan—no wait, I can’t summon my own wand. Man, I’m such an idiot…”


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