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Post by Sirius Black! on Apr 26, 2010 3:54:43 GMT 1
Sirius didn't even give anyone a look that lasted more than two seconds as he headed to the dungeons. The closer he got, the more Slytherins he came across. He didn't really look any of them in the face; in fact, he didn't think he could if he wanted to. Rage was built up inside him from the letter he had recieved that was currently crunched up in his fist. He only read it once, and once was enough to get his blood boiling.
Sirius, it had said,
Your father is ill. He accidentally cursed himself while trading certain items. I enclosed a list of items that are necessary to make the antidote. I'd do it myself, but I'm under a bit of a watch, and the items necessary are hardly considered legal. Besides, you have any idea how terrible it would look on the Black name if I was found trying to get these things? Anyways, if you don't want to become homeless, I'd suggest you throw this together for me. Besides, if you get caught, it won't be much of a loss.
Mum.
Indeed, included was a list of the items. Practically every item on the list was very illegal, and Sirius knew that his mum knew that Hogwarts would have a supply. Apparently schools were allowed to keep them for 'demonstration purposes.' Whatever the reason why Hogwarts kept them, they did, and Sirius knew he'd have to put it together. At first, he had been very unwilling to do it, but after about a half an hour, he decided it wouldn't be fair to just show up at the Potters' on the first day of summer without even giving them an option. He knew they would without a doubt take him, but he didn't think it fair to not give them a choice.
However, Sirius didn't want to make it himself. He knew from experience how hard it was to get into the storage room where supplies were kept, and he daren't ask any of the Marauders in fear of getting them caught too. Normally he would keep at least James in with his plans, but this time he found himself actually not wanting James in on this one. He knew if he told James, James would just tell Sirius that Sirius was always welcome at his house, and to write to his mother and tell her to shove it and give the task to one of his other siblings.
He didn't feel like that was an option, however. His mother would guilt trip him about it, claiming that he was the one killing his own father. As much as he honestly didn't care what happened to his family, he knew this was one he'd have to do alone... or at least as close to alone as possible. Sirius found himself out of where he knew the entrance to the Slytherin common room and waited. The walls were extremely damp, and he could feel the cold even through the heavy jumper he was wearing. He leaned against it and stared at the stone ground, watching the shadows from the nearby torches dance around. He tried to get his breathing to slow, but he couldn't keep the hatred he was feeling in his mind. Sirius didn't care who was the first one to leave the Slytherin common room. Whichever relative it was, he was going to make them help him - and make them keep it a secret.
Suddenly, he heard a noise. He looked up just in time to see Narcissa's blonde hair appear out of the doorway. He started walking towards her, outstretching his arm as he went with the letter within it, prompting her to take it. Sirius was at her side before she even realized he was down there. Word count: 660 [/size] |
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Post by narcissablack on Apr 26, 2010 21:57:07 GMT 1
Narcissa should have retreated back to the safty of her dorm room the moment she spotted Sirius waiting for her outside the Slytherin common room. Surely this was something out of a foul nightmare, something so horrid it couldn’t possibly be real. But now, a quick pinch to the exposed flesh of her forehead assured her that this was not a terrible nightmare, but an equally as terrible reality. She had a thousand things she could shoot off at him, and each little twist of spite was raring to go behind her pearly white teeth that were, for once, not exposed in a flashy smile. Well they had been a few moments ago, but now her face was twisted into a fierce scowl.
She tried to ignore the approaching boy at first; maybe, just maybe he wasn’t there for her. Maybe he had a friend there (ha!) or maybe he wanted to get revenge against another male who’d managed to sleep with a girl he wanted. The latter was almost plausible except for the fact no girl worthy of a Slytherin would lower herself to Sirius’ level and she highly doubted he would waste time lusting after a girl who wanted nothing to do with him. He seemed to think most of her kind were snooty bitches, pardon her language. They were his words.
She dodged his first advance, stepping to the side and keeping her eyes anywhere but on him. He was too persistent, though and it seemed as if his entire world revolved on thrusting the letter in his hand into her own palms. She pushed it back into his, offering him a sneer. What on earth could she want with his owls? That was the question, now wasn’t it?
“Sirius Black, I have no need for your love letters. And if it’s a howler from Aunt Walburga, I don’t care what she’s saying to you now. You probably deserve that and more.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, spotting the Black family crest (broken from the letter being opened) pressed into the envelope. “Ah, so it is Auntie Wally.” Another sneer.
Her family was an odd one of sorts. Two brothers, five children between them. The men wanted little boys (and the women wanted little boys to please the men) and the women hoped to be allowed a daughter. One couple had been blessed with two little male heirs. One had been given the burden of three girls. It almost worked. The women could share the girls, the men could…well. Cygnus didn’t exactly get to share Reggie and Sirius (especially since the latter was such a family failure that it would turn into a fight over poor little Regulus) but he did get to be assured that there would be a Black son to continue the family line.
Narcissa had a bond with both her aunt and mother, and had written promptly to her mother about the previous nights incidents. No doubt Druella had shared what a horrible creature (as if she needed another reminder) her son was, and that was the reason for the letter clutched in Sirius hand. Perhaps he’d been denied his inheritance, or maybe he was to spend the summer with one of their cantankerous great aunts, or maybe, just maybe, he’d been finally disowned. After all, one didn’t need two heirs.
She shoved the letter back into his grip again, snorting. “I honestly could care less what vicious punishment you’ve been dealt for your behavior last night. Saying such terrible things warrants double whatever you’ve been given, triple for the boys you affiliate with.” Why yes, the Black family did believe that you should be punished for your friend. If you wish to know a Wizard, examine his friends. And Sirius’ weren’t a bright or well to do lot.
She pushed past him, hitching the bag farther up her shoulder as she made her way down the hall and up a flight of stairs. It was a, splendidly free afternoon and she was going to spend her lunch time without fretting over her ill-fated cousin.
Notes: :)
Outfit: school clothes!
Words: 687
Muse: 'Cissa's playlist
Peers: Sirius D:<
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Post by Sirius Black! on Apr 26, 2010 22:56:15 GMT 1
Sirius could tell it was a losing battle the moment Narcissa looked at him. It was quite clear that she was still angry from yesterday and how he 'ruined her fun' or whatever. But it honestly wasn't even his fault. All he wanted to do was to hang out with Caradoc, but he insisted on gong over. Sirius had known it was pointless to begin with, but he knew he should at least try. He really, really should have known better. Two Blacks, Caradoc and a bunch of Slytherins? Nothing about it seemed like it would have worked out. But, of course, blame Sirius. It was all his fault, of course. Snivellus had nothing to do with it whatsoever, or Narcissa and being completely all over Snape.
As much as Sirius tried to give the letter to Narcissa, however, the more she resisted. He began to get even more frustrated than he already originally was, and wanted to get his point across to her while talking to her as little as possible. She, like usual, was making literally everything difficult, however. Precious Narcissa. Sirius doubted very much if she would ever do anything for anyone else but herself. Sure, Sirius hated practically his entire family (Andromeda excluded), but he knew that Narcissa didn't, and he doubted very much that she'd want Sirius' dad dead. Personally, Sirius had hardly any opposition to the concept, but like he had been previous thinking, he didn't want to 100% have to burden the Potters. It was good to know that he did have the Black household as someplace to stay.
Unsurprisingly, Narcissa pushed past him, and continued up a flight of stairs. Sirius took a deep breath to attempt to calm himself before chasing after her. He grabbed her arm (a mistake, he was sure) to stop her and snapped, "It has nothing to do with any sort of punishment whatsoever. I do think that if my so-called parents were to acknowledge me in any way, even if it were to deal punishment, they'd probably think I thought it was a reward."
Sirius let go of her arm when he noticed what he had done to prevent being hexed through the wall behind him. His one hand was busy holding the letter, and his mind was too muddled anyways in order to get his wand in time in case she did decide to do something foolish like attempt to harm him. He also knew he was in Slytherin territory, so if she decide to attack him, everyone would no doubt take her side. Sirius wouldn't have been surprised if she had them all wrapped around her little finger.
"Look, your Uncle Orion is sick. He was being dim-witted like usual and was dealing who knows what kind of Dark objects. He got himself cursed, and if I don't get the cure together, he'll probably die. I thought perhaps it would be more of a concern to you than to I," he explained as quickly as he could. Sirius took a step back and stood up properly again. Half of him was expecting her to help him, and the other half was expecting her to laugh and walk away. Well, more than half of him was expecting the latter. He knew without a doubt that Bellatrix would have just walked away. Here was to hoping that Narcissa wasn't quite as like her sister that he believed.
Not that he would like her any better for it even if she did help him. Word Count: 610 [/size] |
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