“Come back soon, all right?” I could not hide the anxiety in my voice. My fingers gripped the mirror’s handle harder. How I hated it when he kept secrets from me! I should have known; he was a Black, after all.
Sirius chuckled, lifting the left side of his mouth in a lopsided smile. “Lily, I’ll be at Hogwarts soon enough—stop being so bloody persistent.”
Heaving a heavy sigh, I pursed my lips. “Well, stop being so bloody mysterious
“I know that you hate not knowing everything, but…”
Shooting him a green-eyed glare, I said nothing.
He stared at me with misty grey eyes. “Don’t give me that face, Lily. I promise I’ll be back at the first snowfall, by the latest.” Reaching out his fingers to touch the edge of the looking glass, he smiled at me sadly. “You know I would kiss you to make you feel better, but it’s kind of impossible to do that with a two-way mirror.”
A blush crept to my cheeks and I raised my fingers to meet his. “Don’t worry about it.”
His eyes darted back and forth before he whispered, “Time for me to go now. Bye.” The mirror went blank.
Leave it to Sirius to be unexpected. Shaking my head, I placed the mirror into the trunk at the foot of my four-poster.
Maybe my suspicions were correct. Curiously, none of the Marauders seemed to be anywhere around the end of the month. And Remus was always looking rather haggard in that time frame.
The sky was draped in a blanket of pink, purple, and red as I sat by the window, waiting, hoping, that the snow would fall.
After ten minutes I was growing impatient, so I fished out my Potions textbook to get some studying done.
My eyes did not lift from the book for a long time. Studying, writing essays, doing everything to avoid thinking about—him
—was how I spent my time at the end of each month, so I was accustomed to it.
Then I looked up to the window to see flakes of snow. I did not know how long it had been snowing, but a smile leapt to my face as I grabbed a coat and scarf.
Powdery snowflakes blew across my face as I stepped outside of Hogwarts castle. Sirius said he would be here. Wrapping the scarf tighter around my neck, I started towards the lake.
“He’s not here,” I murmured to myself, frowning.
The sound of footsteps met my ears, and I turned around, willing myself to expect nothing. But my heart quickened anyways.
And he was there, his hair so black that it glinted blue in the moonlight. He grinned impishly and spread his arms.
Laughing, I threw myself into his embrace, his deep scent washing over me. “You're late,” I muttered into his chest.
He kissed my forehead lightly and whispered into my hair, “No, you were the one who was late.”