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he assumed would be the Room of Requirement. Immediately, he doubled his efforts to
catch up with her, knowing if she made it into the room, there was a chance she would
request it to forbid entrance to anyone else.
When he got to the seventh floor, Sirius ran down the long stretch of hallway and
turned the corner to see an empty corridor.
"Shit!" What was he supposed to do now? Try and get into the room? Sit and wait
for her outside? How long would that take?
Sighing in defeat, he pulled out the map once again to see if Remus had left James
and Lily's quarters. His gaze flickered over the roaming dots on the large parchment, and
one a couple of floors down surprised him. There, in the back of a familiar corridor on the
fifth floor, was Mia. Confused, Sirius folded the map and slipped it back into his robes
before making his way back down the staircase, taking a turn off onto the fifth floor when,
suddenly, his memory triggered.
"Merlin, your eyes are the colour of chocolate, but I bet they look like firewhisky when you come."
He took a sharp inhale as he realised that when she had left Lily and James's
common room in order to run away from them all—himself included—she had somehow
ended up in the same place he had cornered her after Remus's sixteenth birthday. Was it a
coincidence, or was this fate trying to meddle in his life again? If it was, there were far worse
ways it could interfere.
Sirius started walking again until in the shadows of a secluded, familiar alcove he
saw Mia sitting on the ground, her arms wrapped around knees that had been pulled to her
chest.
"Hey, kitten," he whispered, kneeling down in front of her. "If you wanted privacy,
you sure picked a good spot. From what I remember, prefects don't even bother coming
around this corner."
Mia looked up at him and blushed. Likely, too, remembering their brief moment of
passionate insanity, pressing against each other in the darkness, fuelled by firewhisky and
tension. She took in a slow, calculated breath and let it out even slower.
"Why is everything so complicated?"
Sirius snorted. "Because we're both stubborn and stupid; or so I've been told."
"We're not stupid."