October 3 – Sirius
Write about taking a detour
I was running down the third floor corridor because we had just dumped a bucket of enchanted paint on Mrs. Norris. I was alone, running, along the third floor corridor, with the caretaker far behind me, but I couldn't stop running and I couldn't stop laughing.
Crash!
I was still standing after the impact, but the obstacle I had just run into was sitting on the floor, the contents of her bag strewn around her, looking very much put out. Aside from the put out thing, though, she was a petite blond, which was absolutely fine with me. I put on my most charming grin and helped her up.
"I'm so sorry. Maybe I should look where I'm going next time, eh?"
"Might be a good idea. Emily Rosewood." She smiled back at me and stuck out her hand for me to shake.
"Sirius Black." We both knew who the other was. So I kissed her hand, instead of shaking it. It's become sort of a signature of mine over the years. At first it was ironic, but it turned out to work much better than I would have thought, and so I've kept it. She, predictably, giggled and batted her eyelashes.
"What were you doing running through the back halls Sirius?"
"Just taking a detour. A very lucky one, as it turns out."
Emily Rosewood blushed and let me pick up her books and walk her to class. Sometimes, things were just too easy.
A/N: I know it's been forever and ever (*ducks*). I'm sorry. No excuses really. But I love you all, especially those who review.
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