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closely followed behind, almost getting hit with the doors in the process. "You nearly died,
you bloody idiot! Have you any idea how worried I've been? How worried we've all been?!"
Her hair sparked as she glared at him.
Something in his chest expanded and warmed him. He loved it when she got angry.
"Miss me, kitten?"
She let out a loud scream of frustration and then stormed away, using her wand to
fling the doors back open before disappearing through them.
"Oh, she definitely missed me." Sirius chuckled and turned his attention to his
friends. "All right, first, did we win? Second, where's my cousin?"
"Well, we won," James said with a grin, running a hand through his already messy
hair. "Even secured spots on next year's team as long as your back is good to go come
September. Full players too, not just reserves."
"Your cousin is fine," Remus said. "Nothing a Calming Draught and Muscle
Relaxation Potion couldn't fix. You, however, took the brunt of the impact."
Sirius averted his gaze for the moment, knowing that if anyone understood what it
felt like to be broken in the hospital wing it would be Remus, and the thought made him
feel guilty for complaining so much earlier.
"Most people think she tripped," James added. "A lot of the Ravenclaws are
spreading a rumour that another girl pushed her because they're jealous about her marrying
Malfoy."
"What does Mia think?" Sirius asked, and the three other boys raised their eyebrows
in silence. "Oh, shut it. I know she's got a theory. She bloody knows everything!"
"Mia thinks someone Imperiused Narcissa," Remus whispered. "That
someone made her jump."
"Malfoy," Sirius growled.
"Mia thought so too. But you can't prove it." Remus frowned as he picked up the
empty Pain Relief Potion phial, sniffing it and snorting as though he were amused at
whatever the dosage was that Sirius had taken. "Mia already went to Dumbledore. Last we
heard, Narcissa said it was an accident. She's going with the tripped excuse."
"No way." Sirius shook his head. "My cousins were walking with books on their
heads to balance when they were four. Narcissa wouldn't just trip. If Mia thinks someone