~ROAC~ (incomplete)

"I've got nothing to say but it's okay.
Good morning, good morning."

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Blithe light pricked at Sirius Black's eyelids and drew him out of a dream in which he was chasing a swarm of flying, sentient umbrellas across a tightrope made out of linguini. Glad to get himself out of that strange situation, he let himself drift back to consciousness and became aware of his throbbing headache, then someone laying right beside him, then that person's arm over his torso and leg against his through a blanket over his body. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, the rays of sunshine streaming in through the window across from him not helping his headache in the slightest. As his vision focused, the first thing he saw was Remus, asleep in a bed across from him. This wasn't their dorm room. What in Merlin's name-

Then last night came back to Sirius and he gasped aloud. The strange feeling in his mind as he was getting James' invisibility cloak out of his mate's chest, then an overwhelming drowsiness taking over his mind, and nothing more. He remembered his last thought being one of panic and fear, not that he was dying or something of similar ilk but that his friends would worry over him too long and not make it out to the Shrieking Shack in time. Relief swept over him as he took in the sight of Remus and Peter sound asleep. From what he could tell, they were both physically alright, and he let out a slow, reassured sigh. Turning his head to the left, his priority shifting from blinking away the sunspots in his vision to making sure his friends were alright, and he gave a silent swear of surprise when he saw James sitting next to Lily Evans, who had her head on his shoulder and was even holding his hand.

James noticed Sirius was awake first and winked at his friend, but the turn of his head made Lily sit up and she blushed when she noticed Sirius watching them. She muttered something about classes as she quickly stood, but she glanced back at James for a good few seconds before actually going on her way. Prongs himself leaned back against the headboard of the bed he was sitting on, a dreamy smile on his face, and closed his eyes. Sirius smiled and let his friend have his little moment of joy, determining to ask him about what had caused that later. Not seeing any other persons on that side of the room, he turned his head to look to his right and his eyes widened, his heart practically stopping in his chest.

So that was whose arm was around him, and whose leg was touching his through the blanket.

Bellamy Roac's breathing was soft and peaceful. Her hair was gathered a bit messily on the pillow her head was laid upon and Sirius felt a lock of it brush against his cheek as he turned his head to fully look at her. Her eyes were closed, and she was clearly asleep. She still wore her uniform white button-up shirt. A button was missing on the cuff of her right sleeve, Sirius noticed as he caught his breath again, and the other was hanging on by a thread. She still wore the school pants she always did, and this brought a slight smile to Sirius' face, whereas he'd been too stunned before to expressively react. She'd claimed since first year that the skirts the girls were expected to wear were impractical. He remembered when, the third week of that very first September at Hogwarts, she'd gone to Professor McGonagall and given a twenty-minute speech on why any student should be allowed to wear pants or a skirt and the next day, she'd sauntered into the Great Hall sporting the same black trousers all her male friends wore.

The thing that captured the most of Sirius' attention was, however, how close their heads were and how she was practically curled up with him. His mind raced as he wondered why she'd fallen asleep here with him, and did she know how much he loved her, and if she'd stayed here all night beside him- and what on earth had happened. All these questions flooded his mind and he felt his throat go dry. What had happened to him? He felt alright, only a bit sleepy, and so he assumed he was going to be alright with a soft sigh of relief. His breath blew a few strands of Bell's brown hair off her face and she shifted in her sleep, murmuring something about koalas. It seemed Sirius was not the only one having strange dreams last night.