The Question Game (Sirius/OC, 100.1, 043)
Title: The Question Game
Author: lcviolin07
Prompt set: 100.1
Prompt: 043, Questions
Word Count: 973
Summary: Sirius meets a random girl in the common room and pursues a conversation.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: It’s not my sandbox, I only play in it.
The Question Game
“Why hullo there. I don’t think we’ve met. My name is Sirius Black.” Sirius extended his hand to a young girl, flashing his smile. The same smile that had gotten him so many girls previous.
The girl glared at him over her glasses. “Yes, I know who you are. If you’ll excuse me, I’m quite busy.” She looked back down at her Transfiguration book.
Stunned, Sirius continued to stare. I’ve never been ignored before. This just isn’t right. “Well, I’m glad you know who I am, but I still don’t know you. Mind telling me your name?” He sat in a chair next to her. “I’ve never seen you around.”
“Yes I do mind. I’m trying to study. I have a test in the morning.” She shifted position, staring away, her back towards him. She poured over her notes, silently willing him to leave her alone.
His brow furrowed, deep in thought. “Don’t you think you should take a break? You’ve been studying for quite awhile. Don’t you have a headache yet? When I study that long I always get a headache from staring at the book.”
“Yes, well I’m sure your small brain couldn’t take in that much information at one time.” She looked back at her book and smiled slightly. THE Sirius Black is hitting on me. She felt his eyes on her and slammed her book shut. “Fine. What would you like? I supposed I can take a small break.”
Sirius grinned. She’s talking to you. Don’t blow it. “First off, what is your name?” He smiled shyly at her.
She smiled slightly back. “Meghan Ross. And you are Sirius Black.”
“Yes, yes I am. Well, now that we have that settled Meghan, what year are you in?”
“I’m in fifth. I can’t recall what year you’re in.” She shuffled some papers around trying to organize her pile of study notes.
“I’m in seventh, almost ready to get out of here. Now why haven’t I seen you around? I know almost every beautiful girl in this castle, well, those above fourth year anyways.”
She shook her head. “Because I’ve been smart enough to stay away from you. I know all about you and your friends, the Marauders. I avoid you all like the plague.”
“Why is that? We’re not all that bad.” He looked at her inquisitively.
Meghan laughed outright. “Not all that bad? You and James Potter hex anyone who looks at you funny. You treat girls like they’re nothing. The only one of you who is even the least bit decent is Remus, because even Peter has his moments.”
Now why do all the girls like Moony? They always bring him up. What’s he got that I don’t have? “Now…I would say we hex EVERYONE. Just the Slytherins and they don’t miss a moment to hex us. The feeling is mutual. Now I believe it is your turn.”
“My turn? What are you talking about?”
“The Question Game. That’s what we’re doing. I ask a question, you answer it and ask your own. We’ve been going back and forth I’m surprised you haven’t noticed. But we’ll count that as your turn, so back to me. You have a strange accent. Where are you from?”
“I was born here, but my parents are from America. My dad’s in the army and he was stationed here when I was born. We’ve been moving back and forth for years. They decided to stay here when I got my letter.”
“So you’re muggleborn?”
“Yes, is that a problem?” She glared at him.
“No, not at all. I don’t care. I say let anyone with magic ability in. It’s the rest of my atrocious family…” he trailed off, becoming lost in his thoughts.
“You really don’t like them, do you?” She scooted her chair closer to him, leaning down to look in his eyes. “I don’t mean to intrude. It’s just… you boys aren’t always quite when you’re talking down here.” She felt her cheeks flush, the color rising up her face.
He looked up at her, meeting her eyes. He felt himself become lost. They were the prettiest color he had ever seen, violet. “I… yeah, I don’t like them much. It’s kind of hard to like a family that disowned you when you didn’t get placed in the right house.”
She watched him. “I, I know your brother, well, sort of. He’s my partner in Potions. Doesn’t speak much, at least not to me.”
“He’s not my brother. He didn’t bother to defend me. I don’t want anything to do with him.” Sirius snapped at her, and then regretted it. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any business complaining about this to you. So, back to our game.” He put on a happy face and grinned at her. “I believe it’s my turn. Would you accompany me on the next Hogsmeade trip?”
She smiled at him and he felt his heart jump. “No, I’m sorry, I can’t.” She gathered her things and made to stand.
“May I ask why not?” He tried to keep the hurt from his voice.
“Because I don’t want to become one of your ‘girls’. I like being unknown. I don’t need girls cursing me every time I turn around.” She took his hand and smiled. “Besides, I think we could be friends, and going on a date would ruin it. It’s been nice talking to you, but I must head off to bed. I have a big Transfiguration test in the morning.” She squeezed his hand and left the common room, slowly walking up the stairs to the girls’ dormitory.
Sirius watched her ascend the stairs, trying to get her out of his mind. How did she get me to tell her about Regulus? I don’t even talk to Prongs about him… “That is one strange girl.”