Sirius rummaged through his trunk in search of his black leather bound
notebook. Throwing articles of clothes throughout his room angrily, he
came in sight of a few pens. It had been missing for weeks, and it was the
journal, which contained his courses, and the books he'd need to start of
his last and final year at Hogwarts. It had also contained some private
things he had written, which he preferred his parents not to read. Over
the blast of his music through his jukebox, he could hear his mother once
again screaming at him, but he ignored her as usual, assuming that it was
another one of her usual outbursts, until she heard her scream louder that
usual.
"Sirius Black! Get your ruddy arse down here this instant!"
Sirius rolled his eyes, and slipped on a pair of casual black slacks. He walked slowly down the stairs, keeping his grip on the railing firm. He came to observe his brown leather book in his mother's hand, her eyes gazing over it once again, appearing to go over the same line.
"What is this?" she asked in a firm tone, scanning the page.
"It's called MY business," Sirius said raising his tone as well. "Give it back," he said, reaching swiftly to grasp his book from her hand. His mother pulled away.
"Don't give me that tone. We've done everything fore you, and this is how you repay us? With profane language, and an unclean attitude. You've never lived up to our expectations, but you've gone beyond us this time." Sirius shot daggers at his mother, and again attempted to grab the notebook out of her hand. This time, he managed a firm grip on it, and ripped it out of her hands.
"What I do is my own business. I'm already taking the stupid courses you insist on, and I don't need any more from you.!"
Sirius went up the stairs to his room, making an excessive amount of noise to show his anger. He clenched his fist, and his face had turned red. The vein in his temple became more visible, and his eyes were welling up with tears. He wiped them away from his eyes, before they had a chance to drip down his cheek, and he punched his pillow hard. He took a few papers out of his leather bound notebook, his mother had been looking at previously, and took out a filled sheet of paper, with a few lines scrawled at the bottom of the page. This time, he didn't wipe his tears away, and they fell onto his white pillow, as his eyes scanned the piece of parchment. He took out a blank piece of paper this time, and took a feathered quill from his bedside table.
Dear James
It's hell here. Mum found my notebook with all of my poetry. I'm not sure if she read them al, but hopefully she didn't see some of the darker ones that I hid in the side pouch. I'm in my room, thinking about when I can get out of this hell hole and see you and Remus and Peter again. I hope all is going well with you. Owl me after you get this, and let me know if you can pick me up. If you don't, I might just have to run away. I'll just pack up my bags, and hopefully find somewhere to stay. I don't know when I'll be able to contact you again, but I'll see what I can do. If you can pick me up before the end of the summer, let me know if I haven't left already. I believe I may be on the brink of insanity. I can't wait to get away from this place. -Sirius
After finishing his letter, he folded the paper, and put it in a fresh new envelope. Beside him, his black owl seemed to be alert. Opening it's cage, he tied the letter to it's leg, and it took of through the window, blending into the night. Sirius sighed, and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't wait to get away from his mother, to be back with his friends, and he desperately wanted to go outside to fly on his broomstick, but it was too dark. Instead, he stood up, and turned him the knob on his speakers off, though the effect of it didn't quite seem to ear off. He drowned himself in the music, and eventually his eyelids seemed to close.
"Sirius Black! Get your ruddy arse down here this instant!"
Sirius rolled his eyes, and slipped on a pair of casual black slacks. He walked slowly down the stairs, keeping his grip on the railing firm. He came to observe his brown leather book in his mother's hand, her eyes gazing over it once again, appearing to go over the same line.
"What is this?" she asked in a firm tone, scanning the page.
"It's called MY business," Sirius said raising his tone as well. "Give it back," he said, reaching swiftly to grasp his book from her hand. His mother pulled away.
"Don't give me that tone. We've done everything fore you, and this is how you repay us? With profane language, and an unclean attitude. You've never lived up to our expectations, but you've gone beyond us this time." Sirius shot daggers at his mother, and again attempted to grab the notebook out of her hand. This time, he managed a firm grip on it, and ripped it out of her hands.
"What I do is my own business. I'm already taking the stupid courses you insist on, and I don't need any more from you.!"
Sirius went up the stairs to his room, making an excessive amount of noise to show his anger. He clenched his fist, and his face had turned red. The vein in his temple became more visible, and his eyes were welling up with tears. He wiped them away from his eyes, before they had a chance to drip down his cheek, and he punched his pillow hard. He took a few papers out of his leather bound notebook, his mother had been looking at previously, and took out a filled sheet of paper, with a few lines scrawled at the bottom of the page. This time, he didn't wipe his tears away, and they fell onto his white pillow, as his eyes scanned the piece of parchment. He took out a blank piece of paper this time, and took a feathered quill from his bedside table.
Dear James
It's hell here. Mum found my notebook with all of my poetry. I'm not sure if she read them al, but hopefully she didn't see some of the darker ones that I hid in the side pouch. I'm in my room, thinking about when I can get out of this hell hole and see you and Remus and Peter again. I hope all is going well with you. Owl me after you get this, and let me know if you can pick me up. If you don't, I might just have to run away. I'll just pack up my bags, and hopefully find somewhere to stay. I don't know when I'll be able to contact you again, but I'll see what I can do. If you can pick me up before the end of the summer, let me know if I haven't left already. I believe I may be on the brink of insanity. I can't wait to get away from this place. -Sirius
After finishing his letter, he folded the paper, and put it in a fresh new envelope. Beside him, his black owl seemed to be alert. Opening it's cage, he tied the letter to it's leg, and it took of through the window, blending into the night. Sirius sighed, and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't wait to get away from his mother, to be back with his friends, and he desperately wanted to go outside to fly on his broomstick, but it was too dark. Instead, he stood up, and turned him the knob on his speakers off, though the effect of it didn't quite seem to ear off. He drowned himself in the music, and eventually his eyelids seemed to close.