The Plan #02

Well then.
Note to self:
I will NEVER AGAIN try to persuade anyone that we mathematicians are, after all, normal persons.


Few days ago, we were at a (v. v. boring) class.. in the last row (of three), the usual group (as to say me, Matteo, Francesca and Tommaso). During the second hour Mat handed me a note.
On the outside, it read:





(to see what there was on the inside, just click on the pic.)
Tom's creation.
And when I was reading it the professor was right in front of us, so I couldn't even laugh.

And still, and still, and still I know I must not sit near those three, if I don't want to laugh all time long.. Well, yes, as if it's hard to make me laugh (last semester Matteo and I discovered that just telling me "laugh!" is enough - which is quite sad, come to think of it), but if it's the four of us together.. Aaah, did I ever mention how much I love them?


P.S.: The "n° 2" is referred to the fact that this is the second plan Tom came up with.. but when he was drawing the first, I was right there, so I could see every step. I'm sure you can imagine my reactions. Well, he said he won't draw another one ever again with me near him. But how could I keep a straight face when I was seeing something that involved a bowling ball, a chicken, a trumpet (and that really, really cracked me up) and an anvil? Pity I don't have that, too. I'll ask Tom.

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Spamming time! I know I could simply edit the last post, but..
Anyway, a drabble, still post-Shack. This could be somehow related to this one..

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"You didn't mean to hurt me." His voice was still cold, still distant.

"No! No! I didn't, I swear, I didn't want to!"

"The point is," went on Remus, voice forbidding and stressing every word, "You did it once, Sirius. There is every chance you will do it again. Who will be next, Sirius? Lucius Malfoy? Oh, but I don't know what use it would be. Given his proximity to Severus, with every chance he already knows."

Sirius was staring at him, jaw slack, eyes hurting. His lips moved as if to form words, but all that came out was some strangled noise.

"I would be very disappointed in you, were you to choose Goyle or Crabbe. I’m inclined to think they don't even know what a werewolf is."

What hurted more, Sirius decided, even more than the flat tone of Remus' voice, was the look in his eyes. One would think he was talking about sodding weather.

"Or maybe Nott. He may have brains enough to get a little fright--"

"STOP IT!" shouted the other, voice quavering. Remus closed his mouth. His eyes shut as well.

"What do you want me to say?"

Sirius would have thought it had been him to talk, for that question was pounding in his mind at that moment, but the voice was too calm to be his own. Too sad, too resigned.

"What do you want me to say, Sirius? What do you want me to do? To smile? To look at you and tell you that everything is forgiven? Friends don't lie to each other, Sirius. But I don't know if we are anymore."

Sirius found himself regretting the cold tone of before, the one cut to hurt. This was a honest one. And some truths are too hard to take.

Both raised their head and looked at each other, gazes oddly similar.

Once again, Remus went past him, shoulders brushing. Sirius' hand went to his arm.

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So, what do you think? Honestly?