Today, I was doing some homework with Sirius. He put down his quill and said, “Did you know that some of the professors put wagers on whether we would get together, and how long it would take?” I nearly spilled an entire bottle of ink. “What did you just say?” I asked, even though I’d heard him perfectly. “Yeah! Like, at the end of last year, I was going mad over you, but was trying to not show it ‘cause I didn’t want to accept that I was in love with one of my best mates.” I brushed off the fact that he just confessed that he’d been in love with me since fourth year and let him continue. “I’d just gone on that date with Mary, and Minnie talked to me after class, because somehow she found out. She was all ‘Mr. Black, are you mad?’ And I was like, “What do you mean, Minnie? Did something happen?’ And she said, ‘I heard you went to Hogsmeade with Miss Macdonald.’ I was all confused and shit because, like, so what if I’d gone on a date with her. So I go, ‘And is there something wrong with that?’ Minnie goes, “What in Merlin’s fucking beard is that about?’  I just, like, blinked and said, ‘Professor, did you just cuss? Because, bravo.’ And then she got really close to me and hissed, ‘Listen here, Mr. Black. I have money on the line, so get your bloody shit together and ask Lupin out.’ I just nodded and said, “Yes, professor.’ Yeah, and then it only took, like, a few weeks of the school year for us to get together. Apparently, she won 45 galleons.” He just kept doing his homework. WHAT? Our teachers were betting on us? Was my love life a game to them? UGHHHH. I seriously need to talk to Professor Mcgonagall about this.318Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZoMPfi6zQM
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