307 Words on the Life of a Teenage Sirius Black
307 Words on the Life of a Teenage Sirius Black
(and 55 on myself and The Who)
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Siruis Black furiously stormed up the winding staircase of Grimauld Place while his mother shrieked up at him. Her portrait, which would later shriek at any non-pure bloods to enter the home in the years following her death, didn't hold a candle to the screams of the living Mistress Black.
Sirius arrived at his bedroom, the only sanctuary he had in the smothering centuries old home. He slammed his door shut and his mother's yelps were muffled a bit. He sighed and sat against the door.
He admired the walls he had plastered with posters of muggle women, their eyes always stationary and resting on him. They served their function well, that being pissing off his mother.
It seemed he had done yet another thing to piss off his mother on this fine afternoon. Though it wasn't like he could inhale without her condemning him for it. His brother on the other hand…
Sirius laughed sadly at his parents' logic. Befriend a wizard from an 'undesirable' clan and you're the constant target of shrieks and lectures that begin with 'I'm disappointed in you..", join a murderous Wizard supremest group and you're the pride of the family.
Mistress Black continued to scream up the stairwell at him, though she was no longer forming sentences. Her sheer rage had restricted her spitting out unintelligible phrases. But Sirius was not satisfied that she was as angry as possible.
He smirked as his eyes landed on a bulky piece of muggle machinery across the room. He marched over to the stereo he had bought one day while gallivanting with James in London.
He pulled a record sleeve out from its hiding place beneath his mattress and placed the record on the turntable. A moment later Baba O'Riley filled the entire house. Mistress Black only yelled louder to compete with Pete's guitar.
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A/N: Yes, very short. It was just another thing that I wrote that never became a real story.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K. Rowling and this story is based on her wonderful series. "Baba O'Riley" is property of The Who, and defiantly one of the greatest classic rock songs. Seriously, find it on Youtube.