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attacking you if you won't tell Dumbledore what's going on? The headmaster can't possibly
believe that rubbish story about you falling off your broom. You're one of the best flyers."
"I'm not telling because I'm not a coward who's willing to put my problems on
someone else's shoulders," Sirius admitted, not meeting her eyes as he put his attention
back on his essay. "Besides, Prongs and Wormtail are working out a few details for me."
Mia suddenly became worried. "Working out a few details" always meant "planning
something horrible" in Marauder-speak. No one ever wanted to find themselves on
involved in whatever details were being worked out.
"Don't even tell me what they're going to do unless it's particularly painful."
Shrugging, she fought not to roll her eyes when she added, "In which case, I can help... a
little. They did break your clavicle, after all."
She should have felt guilty for wishing physical harm on anyone, but Mia Potter was
a very different person from Hermione Granger. However, even Hermione had gotten a
fantastic rush of adrenaline when she punched Draco Malfoy in the face third year. Mia
wondered if that had been the crack in the dam that let open the floodgates of her—as
Dorea would call it—latent Slytherin traits. Thus far in her new timeline, she had already
physically assaulted more Slytherins than she'd ever done in the 1990's.
"So, did you come just to yell at me over getting injured? Because that's a little cold,
even for you." Sirius kept at his essay with a determined expression, but she could see the
hint of a smirk on his face.
"No," she said, growling as she remembered why she had come to the infirmary in
the first place. "Remus is my best friend and tells me everything. I know you tried to
convince him to get back together with me, and I want to know why."
Sirius scoffed, using his quill to end a sentence with particular gusto. "Remus doesn't
tell you everything."
"What? Of course he does."
Sirius put his quill down as though he were preparing for this to be a long argument.
She really hoped it would not be. "So, you're aware that he's still in love with you?" he
asked with a knowing look on his face.
Mia's lips parted in surprise, not having expected that. Her cheeks warmed over at
the implication that Remus's feelings were stronger than she had been led to believe;