"Who the fuck are you?" said the boy.
"Who the fuck are you?" countered Faith.
"I asked first."
"And I asked second."
There was a tense silence. And thenㅡ "James! There's a girl in your living room!"
***
When Faith Potter gets expelled from Beauxbat...
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Sirius flooed to the Potter Manor, dressed impeccably in stylish dress robes of a black velvet button down that opened up at the waist to show off the long legs clad in form-fitting slacks, looking every bit the handsome debonair.
Meanwhile, Faith had been lying down on the couch in front of the fireplace dressed in teddy bear print pyjamas, sucking on a large bag of sugar quills.
There were ten complete seconds of intense eye-contact. Sirius opened his mouth first.
"What the Hell, Faith."
If there was a way to express the utter confusion in Faith's mind that wasn't a row of question marks in her head, she had no idea how to do it.
Sirius assumed her silence was because she felt guilty for looking like an absolute slob when the Yule ball is literally today, Faith, get a bloody grip! But in actuality, the young Potter's brain just short circuited--
--Because holy shit, Sirius looks fucking good.
There was no other way to emote the absolute eye-candy she was feasting on other than complete stunned silence -- her sugar quills were barely a matchstick to the fire in her stomach at seeing Sirius dressed like a proper fucking Heir.
Fake dating him while her crush still hadn't disappeared was a bloody terrible idea, and she blames him for it entirely.
When Sirius moved to drag a hand down his face, Faith was suddenly brought back to reality. "Go put on some clothes," he said, voice muffled by his hands.
Her mind was still caught up on the criminally attractive man in her fireplace, and when he had brought up his hands? All she could think about was holding them like a bloody leech, and that one time she actually had three months ago when she first found out she had an eensy-weensy crush on him, and also that time he'd held them in the broom cupboard, and how he had brushed his thumb over her knuckles, which made her eensy-weensy crush not so eensy-weensy anymore, and--
"But I am wearing clothes," she mumbled stupidly, mouth on auto-pilot since clearly her brain was not adequately prepared to think of anything normal right now.
"I meant something nice," he said pointedly, stepping forward to snatch the bag of sugar quills out of her hands. This invoked an alarmed whine from Faith, who scrambled to retrieve her sugary support system gifted to her by James for Christmas from the absolutely ugly man in her living room.
Yes, he was completely, terribly, absolutely hideous.
He held the bag high in the air, looking down at Faith with a signature smirk and comet grey eyes, and Faith felt herself mentally break.
(That was a fucking lie and she knew it.)
Scowling, she stepped back and threw herself back down on the couch with a huff. "I think me dressing like a slob actually has benefits," she declared pompously, trying her best to ignore the sudden warmth she felt spread over her body when Sirius quirked a single brow and pinned her with a challenging gaze. "One, I can be comfortable. Two, I don't have to wear a dress. C, if your parents see me like this wouldn't that embarrass them in front of their guests?"
