A/N: I have never written so many oneshots in a day. This is the third.

Because I made Sirius a total bastard in my other oneshot, I decided to treat you to a very loving, unangry Sirius. And I am not meaning to bash "Gone With The Wind", but I tried reading it... no. I'll go by what the movie said. Rhett Butler was very handsome. :D

But every full-blooded Southern woman should love "Gone With The Wind", so, because I am Texan AND Floridian, I will attempt again. Hold the applause before I smack someone.

Enjoy.

XOXO

Evan sat in her typical spot, concentrating her hardest on the task in front of her. She had to read a muggle book, called "Gone With The Wind", in a few days.

She was on page two.

It was about some stuck-up rich snob named Scarlett O'Hara during the American Civil War, and she was getting more obnoxious with every page she read.

And she was only on page two.

This girl reminded her of Narcissa and Bellatrix Black. She looked like Bellatrix, but was MOST DEFINITELY Narcissa. I mean, who names their LAND?! And TARA?! She could see naming a car, or even feet. Or jackets... But land?! That was the worst.

But she was only on page two. There was always room for it to get worse.

Sirius came in the room, and looked handsome as ever. She smiled at him when he pulled his weirdest stunt ever.

He BOWED to her.

She fanned her self with her hand, and then stared at it like it had seven fingers. She patted her head to make sure there was no straw bonnent on her head, and she stood up and checked her skirt was knee-length, and not grazing the floor and not insanely ginormous.

She checked her hair colour, and it was still "Shit brown" as Lucius Malfoy had affectionately coined it. Sirius said it was chestnut, which made Lucius' comment null and void. Yay.

She wasn't Scarlett O'Hara, but she was now paranoid.

Sirius came over and smirked, but bowwed again. His voice was deep, and his British accent was transformed into a smooth Southern drawl.

"Well, hello, ma'am. My name is Sirius Black. And what might yours be, miss?" He spoke slow and soft, and Evan decided to play along.

"Well, sir, I'm Evangeline Curpentier, the prettiest Southern Belle you'll ever meet."

"I can't argue with that statement, ma'am. You sure took my breath away from across the room. You reminded me of a Miss O'Hara I knew a while back, but she wasn't nearly as beautiful as you."

She blushed, and smiled. He returned to normal for a second, and asked, "Evan, Do you want to go down to the lake for a bit?" He resumed his Southern voice and smiled sweetly. "But only if you want to, Miss Evangeline. Would you do me the honour?"

Evan looked back at her book, and then at Sirius. She was on page two. No damage would be done if she went with Sirius for a while.

Okay, LONGER than a while. Who wouldn't go with Sirius to escape a American Bellatrix/Narcissa mix?! Any person who actaully wanted to read the dang book, that was who.

She was STILL on page two, for the millionth time. She didn't fall into that category whatsoever.

She dropped the book on the table, and jumped up. "Mister Sirius, I'd be honoured to join you in a stroll by the lake."

His face lit up, and he offered his arm. She took it, and the two friends exited the portrait hole ready to have a night worth remembering.

Her mind may have been gone with the wind, but her heart was all Sirius'.

XOXO

Another A/N: For Miss Kassandra, because she wrote the most amusing article as Rita Skeeter EVER. I am never deleting that message as long as I live!

And because she is amazingspectacular. Only she knows why.

If you love Sirius as much as I do (Which is pretty impossible) or if you are a Sirius Black fan, review! the blurple button is lonely. Please?