Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable bit of Harry Potter what so ever. Shame really...
Warning: This is just a small teaser of sorts that I wanted to put out there to see how people will react to the writing style and small bit of character development that is there.
Teaser:
"Mutton Chops..." Del sniffed loudly from behind her black veil. "My sweet little kitten I shall miss you. Miss the way you would bite my feet and trip me when I walked. Miss the nights I would awake struggling for air only to find you laying across my face with that adorable homicidal glint in your beady little eye. Miss the way you would stretch your claws on my sto-"
"I think we get it." Lily cut in, patting Del comfortingly on the shoulder. The red head then turned to the only member of the procession that had yet to give respect to the dearly departed. "Sirius, would you like to say anything before we..." Emerald eyes shot nervously to the shaking figure clad in black. "Erm...you know, bury it."
"Yeah, hold on." The rest of the marauder and co. looked on in question as Sirius Black proceeded to pull out and unfold a piece of weathered parchment. He cleared his throat once, twice, and a third time, adjusting his tie, in preparation for his speech. "Alright." Lily nodded for him to continue. "Dear Mutton Chops, I hope you rot in hell you feline bastar-"
"And thus the ceremony draws to a close!" Lily clapped her hands loudly, glaring daggers in Black's direction. He gazed back at her puzzled in his obliviousness and mouthed
'What?!'
Lily rolled her eyes exasperatedly and pointed in the direction of the hunched, departing silhouette of Del. The shaggy haired teen whined in protest before conceding rather than enrage the bright first year and stomped off towards the lake.
"Hey Del." Sirius stood shifting for moments on end before accepting her silence as invitation to sit, and leaned himself against the beach tree next to the mourning brunette. His grey eyes flickered over her stoic countenance then reallocated to the churning waters of the Great Lake just in time to see one of the many tentacles of the Squid disappear into the folds of the murky waves. A small sniffle pulled his focus back to the crying girl on the shore next to him. Sirius ran a hand through his thick locks; a habit he picked up from a certain Potter.
"Hey, I would just like to say -again- how sorry I am." He sighed heavily at the pregnant pause. "Oh come on Del, it's not that bad!"
Silence. Sirius sat straight his hand immediately going through the shaggy hair again, pulling at the roots slightly in mild desperation. "I'll get you another cat! A more durable cat! I fact," He added as an after thought, "This next one, will fly!" He smiled proud of himself.
"You mean like Mutton Chops." Snorted a bitter voice in return.
"Yes! -I mean- No!," The boy corrected hurriedly at the disgusted glance. "Because the next one will not suffer the repercussions of gravity!"
"You," Sirius visibly flinched at the deathly whisper, "Used. My. Cat. As. A. QUAFFLE!"