VIVIETTE LÉMIEUX WAS, for lack of a better word, odd. You're probably thinking, So, what? Everyone's odd. And while this is true, Viviette Lémieux was particularly odd. She only drank tea in large mugs with about seven to ten sugars, has never and will never wear her hair up, dressed like she lived in the 1930's, and gave certain sentences a melody for emphasis. While she was incredibly intelligent, she had almost no clue how to act around other people. For the first eleven years of her life, she lived in a small house in the middle of the woods with her mother and her older brother, Simon, and they never left, except for the occasional trip out for her brother's school books and eventually her own. Viviette's mother always told her that she learned to read before she learned to speak, but she thought that that was slightly impossible.

       Everyone in Hogwarts knew about the character known as Sirius Black, and everyone knew about power he possessed to make any girl 'fall for him', as the kids say. He had been with almost every girl in his year, and unfortunately for him, he had his eyes on one of Viviette's best friends, Queenie. Viviette, Queenie, and Remi, the only other person in their friend group, watched as Sirius got up from the Gryffindor table one November morning, each making guesses on who he was about to hit on. 

     "Oh, God, imagine if it was you, Viv." Remi remarked, putting her hand gently over her mouth. "She would probably just fall over and die. Dead." Queenie responded, hitting Remi's arm. Remi blushed and laughed, a little harder than she should've. "Hey, no. No way. I despise that boy." Viviette huffed and crossed her arms, offended that her friends thought that she would fall for the whims of Sirius Black. "Well, you better prepare yourself, because I'm pretty sure he's staring right at you." Queenie gestured behind the oblivious girl. Viviette whipped her head around, and saw Sirius walked her way, but not looking at her at all. 

      "No, Queenie," Viviette replied. "He's looking at you." She turned around again and smirked. 

     "Hey, you're Queenie, right?" Sirius asked, taking the spot next to her. "We had History of Magic together last year." Queenie was absolutely dumbfounded, staring Sirius in the eyes and not having a clue what to say. Remi's face was red, but not because she was still blushing. "You know, there's a Hogsmeade trip coming up this weekend. Fancy coming along with me?" He smirked at her, his elbows on the table. "Um," Queenie had to think for a moment. "I'm sorry, but, um, you're not exactly, my type." The dumbfounded-ness was now transferred to Sirius' face, and it occurred to Viviette that he had probably never been rejected before. "Well," he started, straightening his back and trying to muster up some remaining dignity. "what is your type?" 

     "Girls." Queenie responded, bluntly. "Oh. Oh." Sirius scratched the back of his neck. Viviette snorted, and Sirius glared at her. "Something funny?" He asked, about ready to stand up and leave the table. "This is such a horrible situation to be in. Oh, dear Helga, I'm so glad that this just happened. I mean thank you, really. You made my week, if not my entire month." Viviette held her hand over her mouth as she laughed. "And what do you mean by that?" Sirius asked defensively, while Viviette's friends eyes darted between the two as if they were watching a tennis match. "I mean... we all know your ego could be knocked down a few pegs, and seeing you embarrassed just means a lot to me." Viviette folded her arms on the table. 

      "Who are you?" Sirius asked, leaning forward. "You're joking, right?" She asked, leaning back. Sirius looked confused, and he shook his head. "I was in the same History of Magic class as you and Queenie last year. We have Herbology together this year. Are you kidding?" 

     "What's your name?" He asked, almost apologetically. "Viviette Lémieux." She answered, reluctantly. "And, may I ask, is Lémieux -" "French? Yes. Good catch. Nobody's ever asked me before. You're the first to notice." 

      Sirius took note of her sarcasm, and chose to ignore it. "Well, Viviette, is there any chance that yo-" Viviette cut him off once more with, "Nope. No. Absolutely not. Whatever you were about to say, I'm saying no." Viviette smirked and stood up. "Ladies?" She asked her friends, waiting for them to stand up as well. "But I didn't finish my stew," Remi whined, standing up anyway, and walking away from the table. "We can make a pit stop at the kitchens." Queenie said, rubbing Remi's shoulder. "Proud of you, Viv." Queenie remarked. 

     "Thank you. I'm sweating." 

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