My words were only met by silence.
"Who is Padfoot?" I repeated, spinning around to face Black. He looked really uncomfortable.
"Padfoot... is my nickname. James is Prongs, Remus is Moony, Peter is Wormtail and I'm Padfoot," he confessed, running his fingers through his hair. A long, awkward silence followed.
"I'm Paws," I muttered suddenly, breaking the silence. Black's head shot up.
"Wait, what?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"I said, I'm Paws. It's my nickname. Lily is Flower, Artemis is Luna, Rita is Big-ears and I am Paws. This is our hideout. It's a smaller version of the Room of Requirements, called the Nook of Need," I answered, before moving to sit on my armchair. Black took a seat in the new chair with his name on.
"So what did you want to talk about?" he asked. I closed my eyes before answering.
"Who was that song for?" I asked, my voice empty of emotion, while inside my jealousy strained to show.
"Uh..." was all he said, and something snapped inside me.
"Who was the song for?" I asked again, my voice catching on the last word. I opened my eyes, and looked into his startling grey ones which usually sparked with mischief, but now were almost glowing in the light from the fire.
"It was for y- someone," he replied, almost sheepishly. For some reason, anger took over my emotions, just from his words.
"God damn it Black! Who? There are a lot of 'someones' in Hogwarts!" I exclaimed. He looked a bit embarrassed.
"First tell me who yours was for," he said quietly.
"Who is my worst enemy, Black? Who do I hate with all my soul, besides Patty Peacehaven? Who is such an idiot, that I just so happen to fall for him?" I shouted, standing up. He gulped.
"I-I don't know," he stammered, looking slightly scared. I lowered my voice, but you could still hear the pain in each word.
"Who is the best Quidditch player, besides James Potter? Who has girls falling at his feet wherever he walks? Who is an arrogant, sarcastic fool, like me? Who, Black? Who?" I asked, fighting back tears. I had never shown anyone, much less a boy, my true feelings. Because underneath my grinning mask and glamours, is a broken, beaten, scarred girl.
"I still don't know!" Black exclaimed, putting his head in his hands. I sighed before sitting back down, and it took me 5 minutes to gather courage for my next word.
I knew perfectly well who Pitch was talking about. Everything in her second round of questions pointed to me. So I don't know why what she said surprised me.
"You," she said softly. I moved my hands away from my face. The first thought that went through my mind was, 'this is a joke, it's a bad bad joke.' The next thought was, 'this is perfect! Time to pay up, Jamie-bear!'
"M-me?" I asked, looking at her. I made eye contact, and her storm grey eyes were dull and looked almost dead.
"Yes, Black," Pitch muttered, covering her face with her hair. I grinned. Now, all I had to do was act like I felt the same, ask her out, date her for a month and claim my reward from James.
"Pitch, I-I feel the same. The song I did at the Talent Competition was for you," I lied, faking a stammer. Well, the last part was true, but only because of the bet. Her eyes visibly brightened, so I guess she believed me.
"Really?" she asked, her eyes wide. I nodded.
"Yeah. Um, would you consider going on a date with me?" I asked, acting nervous. Now, most girls would jump up and down screaming, "yes, yes, yes," but Pitch stayed pretty calm, besides the huge grin on her face.
"Yeah, I'd love to. When, where, and formal or casual," she asked. I thought about it.
"Hogsmead, this weekend, wear something nice, but not formal, and I'll meet you at 10:00 am in the common room," I replied, running my fingers through my hair.
"That's great. I'll see you then," she grinned. I got up off the armchair, walked towards her and gave her a hug, sparks pulsing down my spine at her touch. As we walked back through the portrait, hand in hand, Pitch blindfolded me again, saying that she couldn't let me know the location of the hideout, but she took it off at the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Pumpkin Bats," I said. The Fat Lady smiled at me, glared at Pitch, and swung open to let us in.
I watched Pitch and Black walk through the portrait, surprised to see them holding hands. First, Pettigrew and Rita, then Potter and Lily, and now Black and Pitch. It's not fair. Remus, the only friendly one besides wimpy Pettigrew, was the one I liked, but I guess he hates me. And anyway, he probably thinks I'm a monster because I'm a werewolf. Even though he is too.
"Hey, Arty," Pitch said, plonking down on the couch next to me. I grinned at her.
"Hey Pitch. So... you and Black," I said wiggling my eyebrows. She punched my shoulder.
"Yes. It turns out, he liked me back, and the song he sang was for me, so he asked me out and I'm going to Hogsmead with him this weekend," she said. "Oh, I forgot, who won the Talent thingy?"
"Me. I sang 'Animals' by Maroon 5. The judges said it fitted perfectly with my costume, and the howl was very realistic," I replied. Pitch looked shocked.
"Congratulations, but I thought you were singing 'Monster' by Imagine Dragons," she said, confused. I sighed.
"Yeah, I was, but Remus sang it before I could, so I did a last minute change," I replied. She nodded in understanding, before standing up and skipping to our dorm. Wait, Pitch was skipping? I must've been seeing things. I only wish her luck with Black, guys like him don't change.