the_debt_of_time

Remus, Mia, and Peter stifled their laughs as James slowly removed the bowl from
his head and manoeuvred his wand to Scourgify his hair. It ended up looking worse once
it was clean, sticking up straight in the back.
Sirius shook his head and sighed loudly, drawing all attention back to him. "Now
that your weekly emasculation at the hands of Evans is complete, can we go back to our
Hogsmeade plans?"
"You going to Hogsmeade, Black?"
Mia turned to spot a fourth year Ravenclaw grinning down at Sirius. Much to her
annoyance, Sirius turned on his seat and grinned up at the girl.
"What's it to you, McKinnon?" Sirius asked, looking the girl over.
Mia clenched her fists tightly.
"Oh, I was just wondering who was going to walk me all the way down." McKinnon
pursed her lips, and Sirius's gaze immediately drew toward them. "It's an awful long way to
walk by yourself. You wouldn't happen to already have a date, would you, Sirius?"
"Well, I was planning on spending the day with these sad sods." Sirius gestured to
his friends, all of whom now looked mildly offended over the fact that he had been an arse
about this trip for weeks only to ditch them now for a pretty skirt. "But what kind of
gentleman would I be if I let a pretty girl walk alone?"
"See you outside then." The blonde winked at him and sashayed off.
Sirius turned back and grinned at his friends. "Change of plans, mates. I've got a
date!" he said excitedly and stood up from the table, patting James on the back before
rushing out of the Great Hall, leaving a quiet table behind.
Every third year Gryffindor girl was staring at Mia. A few other tables had turned
to gawk at the scene as well. It was not every day a fourth year asked a third year to go to
Hogsmeade, but then again, this was Sirius Black. Even a few passing Slytherins had been
watching from the side-lines.
"Who was that?" Alice whispered to Lily.
"Marlene McKinnon," Lily replied stiffly. "She clearly didn't know better."
"She obviously doesn't know Mia," Mary added as she stabbed her fork into a piece
of fruit on her plate, glaring at McKinnon from behind as though she would jump to attack
if Mia would just ask her to.