Rouge
When Sirius plays Quidditch, he doesn't play for his team or the cup. When Sirius plays, his veins surge with fiery red blood, pumping throughout his body. His skin burns and sweat drips off his brow.
He hates playing Slytherin. His eyes always wander to the stands where Bellatrix and Narcissa sit, staring at him intently. With the deep gaze of their eyes on his skin, he can't help but feel guilty. He should be wearing green, he should be playing for his family's name. His cousins' eyes cut through his flesh, where pieces of Bellatrix and Narcissa sear through his own veins.
After the game, he waits until everyone leaves and he steps into the shower. His hands turn the knob, causing the water to burn his skin and he clenches his fists tight, together. It's painful and biting, but he forces his eyes open to watch his skin fire up under the scalding droplets. It's there he cries, feels dizzy and bitter all at the same time. It's there his body matches the color of his house, with his red, burning skin and gold specks in his eyes.