"Megan, wake up!" Sirius barked the order amusedly at his seventeen year old daughter. Or at least he was pretty sure he was speaking to Megan, currently she was sprawled on her bed, sound asleep with the blankets up so far around her, all he could see was a mass of dark brown hair. She shifted, "go way!" she said sleepily. Sirius laughed, "nope! You've got a job interview to get to." with that, he pulled off the blankets, leaving his daughter clad in sweats and a tee shirt clutching her pillow over her head, he gave his wand a quick flick then her pillow flew across the room.

Megan rolled onto her back, and blinked up at him, still half asleep, "you really suck sometimes, you know that?" she quipped. Sirius laughed, and hauled her to her feet, he put his hands on her shoulders, "up, shower, get dressed, eat, then go get job." he said as he gave her a gentle shove towards the bathroom. He smirked as he walked out of her room, hearing her mutter un-muffled profanities the whole way. She was definetly his daughter, that was for sure.

Megan finally woke up after a hot shower, then stepping from the steaming shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and looked in the mirror. She saw a girl, pretty tall, 5'9, athletic build, and almost a mirror of her father's features. Megan had dark, dark, brown hair that fell down her back, with bangs that were constantly in her eyes, dark eyes, pretty decent features, an attractive face, she knew that, that's why she rarely spent time on her looks, maybe being raised solely by her father was another reason. As she looked in the mirror, Megan only saw one resemblance to her mother, a woman she had never known, Megan had her eyes, her navy blue eyes. Megan's mother hadn't died, or been murdered, or any of those tragic things, she had just left, picked up one day when Megan was a year old, and left. It had been her and her father since then, sixteen years now.

She got dressed, throwing on some fitted black dress pants and a black blouse, pulling her still dripping hair into a ponytail, then she grabbed her robes, slid her feet into flat black shoes, and headed downstairs. Her kitchen was full, what a surprise, not. The Blacks, The Potters, The Weaselys, and Remus Lupin, were staples at each others homes. James Potter, Remus Lupin, and her father Sirius Black, were partners in crime at Hogwarts, and know fellow aurors, and the Weasely's because Harry, and Megan had befriended Ron and his many brothers and sisters in their first year at Hogwarts. It didn't help that Harry was a Quidditch freak, and as good as his Dad had been, Harry was a regular man about town on campus.

Megan was different, she was decent on a broom, but never really got interested, she was decent in school, but it bored her most of the time. Megan's passion was art, and every kind. A few days ago in a flight of fancy, she splatter painted her room. She really didn't give a damn that Harry the golden boy and she had practically grown up together, and she always loved to tease him about all the girls who fawned over him at school.