[It occurs to her to let him know that she knows. It's not just that he has a poor immune system that even magic can't help. His monthly illnesses are normal, and there are times when she wonders if and when someone else will catch on and ruin his life. But at the same time, she doesn't want him to think that she might find herself capable of such a thing. Remus' kindness is well known by all. Though he can be just as sharp-tongued as the rest of his band of friends, he's different when he's away from them.
Still, she imagines that he wouldn't mind knowing that he has some support in the world aside from his chosen group of friends.
Maybe one day, when they're out of here, she'll let him know.]
Does he even take notes? [she asks, considering Sirius Black. She's not very fond of him. His raucous nature is agitating, and even if she doesn't join in with the Slytherin behavior, he still is just as abrasive with her as if she does. She's been sharp with him a number of times.
Oh, and there was the time that he asked out Lexa, declaring that "even if she was a Slytherin," he'd give her a chance. Like she was a charity project. Clarke recalls her rebuttal—and Lexa's display of affection weeks later when they knew only Sirius had his eyes on them, as their fingers twined and Lexa's lips touched the corner of her mouth.
These sorts of displays were normal for Sirius, who she's not even certain wanted to date Lexa so much as be a git about it. Had she accepted (she wouldn't have), there's a good chance that he would have shot her down in order to humiliate her.
(Idly, she and Lexa have wondered if Sirius is a bit more like them than he'd care to admit. The way he looks at both James and Remus seems to indicate as much.)]
Slughorn fawns over him enough that I was under the impression that he doesn't have to. [She barely veils the contempt in her voice. She was once one of Slughorn's favorites, but her lack of clear ambition had her ousted from the club. But even if Sirius has no desire to be there, that's ... almost the point of Slughorn's fawning. Like he'll be able to change his mind.]
Though I suppose he's brilliant enough to make up for it. Still, you never need to worry about asking me. I like to think mine are tidy enough to duplicate whenever you aren't feeling well. [Which is a hint that she knows. A hint. But nothing more.]
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Still, she imagines that he wouldn't mind knowing that he has some support in the world aside from his chosen group of friends.
Maybe one day, when they're out of here, she'll let him know.]
Does he even take notes? [she asks, considering Sirius Black. She's not very fond of him. His raucous nature is agitating, and even if she doesn't join in with the Slytherin behavior, he still is just as abrasive with her as if she does. She's been sharp with him a number of times.
Oh, and there was the time that he asked out Lexa, declaring that "even if she was a Slytherin," he'd give her a chance. Like she was a charity project. Clarke recalls her rebuttal—and Lexa's display of affection weeks later when they knew only Sirius had his eyes on them, as their fingers twined and Lexa's lips touched the corner of her mouth.
These sorts of displays were normal for Sirius, who she's not even certain wanted to date Lexa so much as be a git about it. Had she accepted (she wouldn't have), there's a good chance that he would have shot her down in order to humiliate her.
(Idly, she and Lexa have wondered if Sirius is a bit more like them than he'd care to admit. The way he looks at both James and Remus seems to indicate as much.)]
Slughorn fawns over him enough that I was under the impression that he doesn't have to. [She barely veils the contempt in her voice. She was once one of Slughorn's favorites, but her lack of clear ambition had her ousted from the club. But even if Sirius has no desire to be there, that's ... almost the point of Slughorn's fawning. Like he'll be able to change his mind.]
Though I suppose he's brilliant enough to make up for it. Still, you never need to worry about asking me. I like to think mine are tidy enough to duplicate whenever you aren't feeling well. [Which is a hint that she knows. A hint. But nothing more.]