Honey | Sirius Black ON HOLD

➵ four

Tenefrie shrugged her arm away from Juliette's with a look of distaste "I was doing quite fine"

"Oh come on! History of Magic isn't so bad!" Juliette said nudging her acquaintance's side.

"I meant before you came running at me like a freight train with no wheels"

"I'm hardly as big a freight train"

"please, you're hardly as big as my left thumb."

Juliette grabbed Tenefrie Knotts left hand and squinted at it portioning the size of her thumb. "Knock it off" she growled ripping her thumb away making Juliette erupt in small laughs.

Professor Binns sat at the front of the classroom patiently waiting for his loud and rambunctious students to take a seat. Juliette snaked through the desks before somebody grabbed her arm abruptly pulling her into a chair.

"Well hello Jigglypuff, don't you look rather beautiful on this Monday morning?"

Juliette raised her eyebrows half in shock and half in amusement. His hair lay in its masculine ruly state and his marble gray eyes radiated an aura of confidence and humor.

"I believe, Mr. Black, that you meant Hufflepuff." Juliette corrected "besides my intention was to join Mr. Lupin" she jerked her thumb to the tall sweater clad boy behind them.

Remus let out a loud guffaw as he witnesses Sirius Black's distraught face.

"Remus? come on! Jigglypuff-"

"Huf-"

"What does he have, that I don't!" Dramatically, the Black boy motioned to his, and Juliette was not slow to admit, god-like body that promised adventures of pleasure and barricades of protection and Nirvana.

Juliette stood up with a playful smile tugging at the end of her plump sweet lips "How about manners?"

James and Peter couldn't help the snorts that came from their mouths. Sirius stared with his jaw swung open "Manners? who needs manners?"

"Clearly you do, mate"

"Shove off Wormtail"

Remus stared at the Hufflepuff in amusement as she slid in the chair right beside him. His Gryffindor cloak was replaced by a maroon sweater that smelt incredibly like chocolate and a torn up novel that lay half open only being stopped by the Lupin boys thumb acting as a bookmark.

Worn books, Juliette thought, were the most lovely.

"I must admit Juliette, It will never get old seeing somebody humble him down a bit" Remus laughed safely tucking away his novel and replacing it with a quill and a coffee colored piece of parchment.

Professor Binns classroom lacked as much character as Binns had a life. The walls were utterly bare besides the occasional scribble from a sour minded student, the ceiling traveled up until they clashed together at a point and the desk, the color of forest oak stood wobbly with uneven oddly proportioned legs, and the chairs squeaked at every shift of movement. Still, Juliette thought that the blank canvas had more to say about who he was than a masterpiece.

Perhaps the classroom represented his outlook on his life or lack thereof. Alone, plain and never ending.

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Parker combed through his sister's hair as they sat underneath a tree on the ground of Hogwarts. Juliette lay on her back, cinnamon hued hair sprawled out on the fallen autumn leaves and glowing green eyes lost amongst the clouds dreaming about stories she ached to write and futures she lusted for. Her hands clad in small rings rested on her stomach. Parker rested up against the Redwood with his eyes closed allowing the smells of evergreen and contentment to travel through his nose and straight to his lungs where flowers bloomed effortlessly.

Classes had ended two hours ago and nearly every day the soul bounded siblings found themselves in this same spot of peace. Parker took this time to break off the building blocks that he stacked each day to protect himself from the mean slurs of bigoted students who didn't understand him. With his sister, he was brutally open and vulnerable. Through his lips a troubled sigh fell causing Juliette to frown and sit up, leaves of all varieties stuck in her wavy hair that landed at her hips. Her big eyes searched Parkers face as he kept his warm green-hazel ones shut to avoid the soft confrontation he knew was coming. Moments of silence passed before his eyes opened to see that Juliette had conjured a single sunflower and held it out to him with a graceful smile.

"A face like yours wasn't made to be sad Parks" Juliette prodded as she moved to rest against him and grabbed his hand in hers. "A penny for your thoughts?"

Parker sighed yet again, there truly was no way to jumble together his thoughts as they bounced off of his brain smashing his skull as if they were shooting stars with nowhere to go. "Well, the truth is" He studied his sisters face, concentrating on his own with these big eyes that swirled with different hues of emeralds and evergreen framed by long thick ebony eyelashes, he couldn't bear seeing her anything other than happy. "Taydon Spinnet took the last treacle tart this morning" Parker lied

Juliette through her head back as a melodic laugh escaped her lips and she gently pushed her brother "I thought you were going to inform me that you broke my Kansas vinyl"

Parker gasped in faux shock "Break one of your oh so precious vinyls?? Are you under the impression that I have a death wish?!"

"Oh shut it!"

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Hey guys sorry for the utterly long update hiatus! Due to recent personal events, I had a lack of muses but I am proud to say that I am getting my groove back. I would also like to say THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to everybody who has nominated me and this story for the Watty Awards! I could never express into words poetic enough to describe my gratitude for every single one of you who take the time to read and give feedback on this story, as mediocre as it is. How lovely that extraordinary people enjoy this less than an ordinary book. During my break, I created a schedule for my updates regarding this book, I will be uploading a new chapter every Monday and Friday.

Once again, I must attempt to express my feeling towards all of you, and without words strong enough to exquisitely describe, I will instead simply say this,

Thank you.

C.H