He was completely oblivious to her as she forced herself to keep her eyes down at the blank piece of parchment in front of her. You don't want to see it, she told herself adamantly, but she still glanced out of the corner of her eye against her better judgment. Sirius Black, the most gorgeous guy in school, and another of his nameless, faceless girlfriends were making out hot and heavy on the couch by the fire.

Someone gave a little cough across the table from her; she glanced up. A handsome boy with tawny hair and intense, mysterious eyes was looking at her. His name was Remus, they'd been friends, sort of, since first year. He rolled his eyes and, with a shrug of his lithe shoulders, flashed an apologetic smile. "Sorry about them." He mouthed as he nodded in Sirius' direction. She glanced back towards the couple, it looked like Sirius had just come up for air as he was breathing heavily and smiling at his girlfriend.

She shook her head and returned her attention to her blank piece of parchment. This was the fifteen-inch essay they'd been assigned on transfiguring books into frying pans for her Transfiguration class. Like usual she had left it to the last minute. It was due tomorrow morning, first thing after breakfast, and she hadn't even started. She dipped her quill in ink again, for the umpteenth time, determined that she would start it this time. Her quill almost touched the parchment when she heard another brainless giggle and a muffled 'oomph'.

There went that idea. She sat listening, almost in a dreamlike state. What she wouldn't have done to be that girl, for it to be her kissing his roguish mouth. She bit her lip as more muffled giggles and whispers came from the couch.

"It's not going to write itself, you know."

She glanced up. Remus was watching her with a peculiar, sad, half-grin. She looked back down at her essay, her quill was still poised over the parchment as though daring the words to come out. "I can't concentrate." She muttered pulling on a strand of her straight, blonde hair. If anything, his smile grew sadder.

"I can help you, if you want. I've been done mine for a couple days." Remus offered.

She sighed in relief, "That would be really great, Remus."

He moved around the table and sat next to her, his tall, lanky frame partially blocking the couch from view, although she could still hear them. She could have sworn that he'd accidentally on purpose brushed his hand against her arm as he was reaching for her transfiguration book. She ignored it as she pulled her class notes closer and began reading them over.

After two hours they had nearly finished. They were stumped over the last question. In what kind of situation would turning your books into frying pans be useful? Remus smiled sheepishly and admitted that he'd just told Professor McGonagall that he couldn't think of any uses for transfiguring books into frying pans except that it would increase his knowledge in transfiguration. But he wasn't satisfied in putting that answer down on two essays, not to mention it would make them both look like lazy suck-ups.

At the moment they were trying to cook up some crazed story about when you would need to conjure up a frying pan out your book. "Okay, okay, I've got it," Remus said, "So, we're walking around with our school bags, so we have books, and then suddenly a big black dog jumps out at us. We whip out our wands and transfigure our books into frying pans, then whap the mangy mutt to scare it away."

Aislin burst out laughing, "I like dogs, but you are on to something. Did you read that article about werewolves in the Prophet last week? So I'll change our story. We're walking along with our school bags, like you said, and suddenly a big, ferocious, werewolf jumps out. Now, I, ever being the quick thinker, transfigure my potions manual into a giant, silver, wok. You take the wok, bop the bugger on the head, it goes out like a light, you and I are heroes."

She looked over at him, but he wasn't smiling, she rolled her eyes, "Relax, I doubt I'm ever going to run into a werewolf. And if I did I wouldn't ask you to save me from it with a wok. What's wrong?"

He looked back at her and gave her a weak smile, "Nothing, sorry. I just got a headache all of a sudden."

"Oh," She muttered and glanced up at the clock, "Holy crap, it's past midnight already! I didn't even realize." She quickly scribbled out her werewolf and the wok idea at the end of her essay and added a conclusion. "You don't have to stay if your head hurts."

"I like being with you." He said quietly so that she almost couldn't hear. She gave him a sidelong glance and smiled.

"Sure, sure," She teased, "You just felt sorry because I couldn't concentrate on my essay."

He muttered something under his breath but she only caught, ". . . wish . . me . . . . concentrate." Before standing up and heading back for the dorm.

"Hey, Remus!" She called after him as she hastily collected her things. "Thanks for all the help, I still wouldn't be started if it weren't for you." She said when he turned to face her. He just waved his hand and disappeared up the stairs.

She followed suit and hastily made her way up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. Sirius and bimbo # 247 were still at it on the couch. She collapsed onto her bed and willed the image out of her mind. Soon there wouldn't be any girls left in the school for him to turn to. But did she really just want to be bimbo # 375? She wouldn't be, she told herself. She could change the ways of Sirius Black; she just knew she could.