Severus's Morning - II

The sun's light is just beginning to shine through the window as I reach my table. I set the books I found for History in their own pile and set the Potion ones to the side. I'll be taking those with me anyways.

I pull out my chair as the doors of the library creak open. Probably a Ravenclaw student, they usually wake up earlier on average than any of the other houses. They hang in the library more too.

"Morning Pince!" I don't believe it. I know that voice. That was Peter Pettigrew.

Sure enough, there he goes dashing off somewhere. I just hope he's alone. I do not want to spend my morning alone with him and his roommates. The lot of them should be thrown into Azkaban for what they did last year. And Lupin shouldn't even be allowed in this school.

Speak of the werewolf, there he is now, walking so easily. He must be feeling better, after all we did just have a full moon earlier in the week. I'm sure he wasn't feeling as relaxed then. NO! Don't sit there!

Oh that's just perfect, that creature chose to sit on the other end of the room, for which I am grateful, but he's sitting on the opposite of the table that I am so now if he looks up he'll see me sitting here just as easily as I can him. How I wish the Headmaster had more sense, how can he even pretend to think having a werewolf in the school is safe. Especially after the incident last year, he nearly killed me you know.

It had best be just those two. The last person I want to see this morning is James Potter. He's the worst out of his little gang. And so far, the day has been promising. Even the weather is looking up.

I crane my neck and look around the library, just to be sure. No one else. I would have seen anyone who comes in from here. Well it looks like we are the only ones in the library right now, which just fine by me. Now, back to my homework.

I grab a book off the top of the pile I made. Page eighty-nine, that's it. But what are they even doing here this early? Those lazy bunch of no-good-wizards sleep in on weekends and usually just make it to breakfast. It just doesn't fit.

I keep my head looking down at the pages in front of me, and just with my eyes gaze sideways. Remus has set himself up quiet nicely at the table. Heh, has loads to catch up on undoubtedly. I will say, I never knew he was that orderly of a person. I myself also prefer an orderly study area.

Wait. He's on the move. What could he- no, he wouldn't be the one to start something. Probably just going to get some books. Back to reading about Nentral and his version of being nice. Why can't we ever learn about wizards, why is it always goblins? It's not like they are that important, in the grand scheme of things.

Just as I figured, Nentral was not as pleasant as his name would have us believe. Apparently he murdered his own brother just for yawning during his victory speech. I think I would yawn too if I had to listen to a seven hour victory speech that literally detailed his victory from beginning to end. I can't sit through a class of History of Magic without fighting the urge to yawn at least once.

The sound of footsteps distracts me from my readings. Since I haven't seen anyone come in, it must mean those two are back. They haven't seemed to notice me, but I know it is only a matter of time. Their presence here is rather bothersome, how am I suppose to concentrate with them across the room like that, looking at me. And I have to keep myself on guard in case they are up to something. I wish I could hear what they keep talking about. All I can gather is a bunch of muffled tones. Nothing understandable, but then Pettigrew is doing the majority of the talking and he isn't known for his clear articulation. I guess I should consider myself lucky, at least he isn't doing that annoying squeaking sound he makes on occasions.

I try to turn my attentions back to my bookwork but I can't help glancing up at them. I wouldn't think they would try anything, but I refuse to let my guard down for them.

Why does Pettigrew keep looking at me?!

That's it, I've had enough. I need to get a grip and concentrate. I turn my head away from the two of them towards the window on the other side of me. I just need a moment to collect my thoughts. While I've never been one to admire nature but I need a distraction after all.

The sky's starting to lighten into blue as the sun rises. Lily likes watching the sunrise and set, I like it because she does. I really wish she'd talk to me.

Movement draws my eyes downward. I shift my attention away from my thoughts on sunrises and Lily and look below.

I don't believe it,... it's... Lily.

This has to be fate, right? I was just thinking about her and now I'm looking right at her. I push myself up with my arms on the desk. Should I go down to her? What's she even doing outside this early? I look back at my desk. My books are all piled and I haven't finished my report. Even if I scrambled everything together, I'd still have to check out the books to leave the library. Or should I just leave them here?

Well if I leave, I need to find out where she's going. I turn back to the window and lean against it.

Wait a minute.

She's not alone.

I don't believe this! I step back and my arm hits the pile of Potion books I had set aside earlier and they softly tumble down on the table.

This cannot be happening. But, there is no mistaking that head of dishevelled black hair. Lily is down there, walking away from the castle with... James Potter. I have to sit down and think a minute. I rest my elbows on the table and rest my chin on my hands.

Surely she would have no reason to talk with him, let alone walk out into the morning with him. She hates him as much as I do.

Perhaps I was mistaken, maybe she wasn't really there. But I need to be sure. I pull myself back up and look at the window yet again. Nothing. No one. A sigh of relief escapes my lips. Suddenly my chest doesn't feel as heavy.

I must be imagining things, as if that would happen. Lily has more sense than that. She knows better.

Thank you for reading! Your turn to decide, should the next chapter be Remus with Peter again, or James's first chapter, or Lily's fourth?