Chapter 3: Making a Date
Professor Rosier, the
Potions Master, eyed the two students very carefully as they slipped into their
“Potter, Black… for
goodness sakes! You are in seventh year, perhaps it is
about time for you to be on time. Now you’ve interrupted my lesson… detention
for both of you!”
at the same time!” Sirius made his voice sound as excited as he felt. They hadn’t
had a detention together in a long time.
“No Mr. Black, you will
have the pleasure of seeing me tonight. Mr Potter, I will see you
tomorrow. There’s plenty to be cleaned around here!”
like we’ll have to postpone our date, Jane!” Sirius yelled across the room to
Hufflepuff Jane Trimble, “How about next Friday?”
“No, that’s no good for
me, I have another date then,” Jane Trimble called back absentmindedly.
Sirius whirled around in
his seat to face her; she had just shot him down.…
“B-but I could
reschedule it, I s’pose,” Jane stammered after seeing his face. Turning to
another corner of the room she called, “Owen, how about Saturday instead?”
Owen Corner, the Captain
of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, started to protest but was cut off by an
exasperated Potions Master.
“Mr Black, I’ll not have
you scheduling your social life in my class,” the teacher fumed, “How is it
that no matter what I do you always seem to get the class in an uproar?
Next time it happens beware, I may give you more than a detention!”
“All right sir, I’ll
think about it….” Sirius sat back in his chair just in time to hear soft
tutting sounds coming from directly behind him. He turned to see Lydia Viridian gazing at him
with the utmost disapproval and perhaps (if he wasn’t imagining things) a hint
of amusement. “What?” he asked, watching her closely.
“Why does everything
about you have to be so out in the open? So loud and
revealing?” Lydia raised her chin
slightly to meet his gaze, “I would hate to be one of your girlfriends the way
you broadcast things like that.”
“Well you don’t have to
worry, you’ll never be my girlfriend,” Sirius reassured her.
“You got that darned
right!” Lydia didn’t look the least
offended, “thank Merlin.”
“And I’ll have you know
that there’s plenty you don’t know about me! I’m quite the man of
mystery; just ask James!”
“I’m sure…” said Lydia with an unconvinced
“Sirius, you’d better
turn back around or Rosier’s not going to be too happy,” Grace Dresselle, Lydia’s best friend warned
“Right….” Sirius whirled
around and noticed that Sally Basil had been eyeing him curiously. That
gave him a little encouragement.
As soon as the time came
to start making the potion, Professor Rosier left the class unattended for a
few moments as usual. No one knew for sure what he did when he
left. Some said he was an alcoholic and had to go drink to relieve
stress. Others said he was a chain smoker and couldn’t handle being away
from his pipe long enough to teach a class. The most sensible of students
always just assumed that he had an overactive bladder, as there was never any
sign of drunkenness or smell of tobacco upon his return.
Regardless of what the
professor was doing, Sirius was sure that this would be his chance to finally
ask Basil out. With a gulp, he slowly turned to the girl who was
analysing the list of potions ingredients.
“Hey Miss Basil,” Sirius
had always found referring to girls in such a way charmed them enough to
promote a positive answer, especially when it wasn’t expected.
“Yes Mr. Black?” she
“I was wondering what
you were up to tomorrow night…”
Basil smiled furtively.
“Would you like to have
dinner with me on the roof of the astronomy tower?” This was his best place to
“Won’t it be kind of
cold up there?”
Yeah, that is the plan! Sirius thought to
himself. “You’re probably right, we wouldn’t want such
a perfect nose to catch cold do we?”
“Nor should we want a
perfectly hormone-driven young man putting his arm around me for warmth.” She
said it sweetly enough, but there was a hint of boredom in her voice, “Mr Black
I refuse to become one of your weekly conquests. In fact I’m a little
offended that you would think I would lower myself to that. Please accept
my refusal with the utmost dignity.”
“No, you have me all
wrong,” Sirius could feel himself losing it; he never took rejections well even
when he didn’t even like the girl, “The last thing I wish is for you to become
a conquest of mine. Your resilience to such attempts is actually
something I have greatly admired about you. In fact, I admire you a lot
more than I would really wish upon anyone.” It was with his sweetest and
most sincere voice that he said these words. If she still rejected him,
it would be the worst he had ever gotten.
“Perhaps. I’ll have to think
about it.” Basil stood up coyly.
With his last attempt at
intriguing her into dating him he had to take a bit of a risk. “I’ll wait for
you on the rooftop. Everything will be ready at seven, and if… if you
come, I promise you won’t be cold.”
“We’ll see about that.”
She turned quickly to grab some ingredients.
When break came along,
Sirius recounted his tale to James, Remus and Peter.
“Wow, you must have been
desperate to use the ‘I’ll be waiting if you come or not’ ploy on her.” Remus
looked impressed. “That is quite the risk.”
“You’re so going to get
stood up!” Peter chortled as he slurped his soup. “Besides, the week isn’t
over; how’d you get to ask a girl when no one else can?”
Sirius replied hopefully.
“Speaking of standing
people up, I asked Lily about the date thing and she said, ‘Oh, that’s too bad,
I was going to ask you’,” James frowned indignantly. “I don’t want to go any
“Maybe she lied,” Remus
pointed out. “It was meant to be a surprise. Only a pig-headed git like
you would try to take the fun out of it by asking her something dumb like
git this.” James threw a book at his friend who caught it one-handed.
“Remus, you have a great
point, one that I was telling James about earlier when the discovery of a date
was made,” said Sirius.
“I agree more with
James; Lily’s not one to lie for no reason,” Peter put in, as usual completely
on James’s side.
Remus and Sirius ignored
“Maybe I shouldn’t go,”
suggested James with a sigh.
“And that wouldn’t be
rude at all,” Remus snorted. “Girls love being stood up.”
“You have to go. What if
it really is Lily?” mentioned Sirius.
you go, then at least if it’s not Lily you can tell the girl to her face why
you don’t want to date her,” said the ever so sensible Remus as he prepared
himself for the next class. “You have to check.”