"RANA ARIES BLACK! SIRIUS ORION BLACK! HOW DARE YOU BETRAY YOUR BLOOD-PURITY?" yelled Mrs. Black, "HOW DARE YOU CHOOSE GRYFFINDOR!?!"
Sirius looked unaffected by her yelling and Rana, however, was shaking madly. Sirius said, "Blame the hat.""I'M GOING TO BURN THAT HAT! OUR FAMILY HAS BEEN IN SLYTHERIN FOR CENTURIES! CENTURIES!" she shrieked, "EVER SINCE THE MIDDLE AGES!"
Sirius replied, "Well, have you noticed that none of those people are alive?"
"YOU! GO TO YOUR ROOM!" she yelled. Sirius shrugged and walked upstairs, very much steady. Rana looked extremely frightened and guilty.
Eila was sitting awkwardly on a couch in Sirius's room after hearing Mrs. Black
yelling at Sirius and Rana. Sirius
walked in and plopped down on his bed. Rana came in also, but was
sobbing. Rana cried, "I've dishonored my family! I've disgraced
the noble and most ancient house of Black. Infact, it's better if I
didn't even live!"
Sirius rolled his eyes and said, "Rana,
chill."
"Sirius, do you know what happens when someone disgraces a house?"
"No, what?"
"They get burned off the wall! They are no longer a part of the family anymore!" she sobbed.
Sirius sighed in relief and said, "Thank, God! I hate this family!"
"How dare you say that? They graciously raised you and even kept you in this home! Isn't that enough?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
"You ungrateful, little brat!" she yelled. Sirius swatted his hand towards her direction and turned to Eila, who was trying her best to keep out of it.
He said, "Do you get her at all?"
Eila shrugged, and said after thought, "Well, I understand where she is coming from. I mean, without family, you get stuck in an orphanage. And that, my friend, isn't fun."
Eila was reading to her cat, innocently until a horrid creature, pallid and skinny, walked up to her. She let out a short scream and yelled, "SIRIUS! THERE'S A MONSTER! KILL IT!"
Sirius came running in, carrying one of the swords from the walls. As soon as he saw the 'monster' that Eila was scared of, he started laughing. He said, "Kreacher, get out of here, quit scaring your new Mistress."
Kreacher replied, "The only Mistresses that I serve are Mistress Rana and Mistress Walburga."
Sirius yelled as he threw a heavy book at his head, "Get your stupid, boney bottom out of here!" Kreacher bowed and immediately left the room.
Eila said, "What the heck was that?"
"That was Kreacher. The most crazy, insane, suicidal house-elf you'll ever see."
"Oh, that was a house-elf? They look a lot better at Hogwarts.
"I think it's the generations of in-breeding. His father was his uncle, you know."
"Eeew." Eila replied, disgusted. Sirius looked at the book that Eila was reading to her cat. He asked, "What's that you're reading?"
"A book."
"Yes…which book?"
"I found it…it's about your family's history."
"Wow, that must be boring."
"No,
actually, it's quite exciting. Did you know that your sixth
great-grandfather was Phineas Nigellus Black? He was a headmaster at
Hogwarts!"
Sirius nodded, "Yes, I've read this book. They
teach you this stuff before you're potty trained. Rana still
remembers it all by memory."
"Wow." Eila replied.
Sirius said, "Here, come with me." Eila handed Sirius the book, put her cat down, and followed him.
Sirius took her to a room with many, many, many faces painted upon the wall. He looked around at the numerous faces painted on the wall, he tried to speak, but he was interrupted by Rana, who was sitting in the corner by a burnt spot.
"These are our ancestors, ever since the middle-ages our family has married pure-blooded wizards, resulting into the 5 major pure-blooded families, the Blacks, the Potters, the Malfoys, the Princes, and the Lestranges, and five people that have been disinherited because they betrayed their bloodline, married blood-traitors, or helped someone that they shouldn't have. This is what we were born into, and these are the laws that we must keep."
Sirius snarled, "We're not forced to keep this, we are individuals who have the right to express how we feel about this nonsense!"
Rana sighed calmly and replied, "No, Sirius, it is not that way with us, we cannot choose the laws that were sent down on us by our forbearers."
"Rana, you want this pure-blooded gobblygook? Don't you think that we have the right as people to choose?"
"No, Sirius, I do not like it, but I am forced to endorse it. People have been following this for centuries; and what makes me so special that I can disrespect my elders by not following their example?"
"You, well, you…need to put a wand in it, Rana. This is stupid, this whole "pure-blood," poppycock. It's all a bunch of owl droppings. "
Rana looked amazed at what Sirius just said, "Who taught you such raunchy language? Surely you didn't hear them from us!" Rana looked very angry with Sirius, "I'm telling mum!" Rana accused as she raced down the stairs.
"Oh, fine! But it doesn't matter; that woman doesn't give a damn for me!" Sirius bellowed.
"That may be so, but she's still your mother!"
"Unfortunately!"
"You're the…" she huffed very deeply at Sirius and said, "…I can't believe I'm related to you…you…numbskull!" Sirius sighed and turned back to Eila, who was standing very awkwardly next to the wall.
Sirius said, "Okay…Sorry, about that, but you know Rana, and her 'traditionalism.'"
Eila replied, "I…don't really understand this 'pure-blood' ludicrousity."
"Finally! Someone agrees with me!" cried Sirius. Rana snidely walked in through the door of the 'family tree' room. She said, "Gee, Sirius, I wonder why you can never get anybody to agree with you."
Sirius replied, "Go away, Rain-on!"
"What the heck, do I look like deodorant or something?" she said, "And Mom said to stop yelling at Kreacher. He did nothing wrong to you."
"Kreacher scared Eila! I had to protect her!"
"…I don't think Eila's the one needing protecting."
"Are you calling me a pansy?"
"No, I'm calling you a fruity, sissy, emasculate, Twinkie…boy…I think," she paused, "You are a boy…right?"
"I am not a tasty cream-filled pastry!" said Sirius. Eila had slipped out of the room because of her akwardism.
Rana replied, "You're a namby-pamby pantywaist!"
"You're a peppery prick!"
"Well, you're gay!"
"I am not gay! I'm Sirius Black!"
"Now you're proud to be a Black?" Rana provoked.
"No! Do you think I can help it for what my last name is?"
"Yes, you can!"
"If I was of age! And Mom and Dad wouldn't do it; they hate me!"
"Ofcourse they hate you, why would they not?"
"And this is coming from Miss Perfect?" said Sirius, proudly, beating on his chest.
"So you agree that I am perfect?"
"I never said that!"
"But you implied it!"
"I didn't imply
anything!"
"Yes, you did!"
"No, I didn't "
"Yes…you did!"
"No…I didn't!"
"YES, YOU DID!"
"NO, I DIDN'T!"
"YES-HUH!"
"NUH-UH!"
"YES-HUH!"
"NUH-UH!"
"YES-HUH!"
"NUH-UH!" Just then, Mrs. Black barged into the room. She screamed, "SHUT…UP! I CAN HEAR YOU TWO BICKERING DOWNSTAIRS! DO YOU WANT THOSE BLOODY MUGGLES TO HEAR YOU?"
Rana started to fake cry and hugged her mother. She said, "I tried to stop him, Mommy, but he just kept insulting me! He said the 'F-word!'"
Mrs. Black gasped and comforted Rana. She said, "Oh, my poor dear girl!" Sirius glared at Rana as she stuck her tongue out at him. He did the same thing as he stomped off to his room and slammed the door.
"Hello." Said Eila as Sirius walked in and jumped; he hadn't notice Eila there. She was petting her cat, seated on Sirius's bed.
He said, "Oh…hello. I hate Rana, she is such a prick!"
"She can be a little bit…unreasonable…"
"A little? Are you kidding me? She never gets in trouble!"
"Then don't try to get in trouble; it's actually quite easy!"
"But, I always get blamed for what Rana does!"
"Then don't let her make you the scapegoat."
"But, It's Rana! She's twisted!"
"Well, then become just as twisted as Rana!"
"How?"
"Think backwards."
"Think backwards? What the hell does that mean?"
"Or, you could learn how to be cunning, smart, and then being twisted, will come naturally."
"But…but, how come
you're not twisted?"
"Am I, Sirius?"
she said in a horribly honeyed voice.
"I don't know…are you…? Do all girls think like this?" asked Sirius, confused.
"No…only the smart ones." She replied.
"There are such things as dumb girls?"
"Ofcourse! They're known as the—quote-on-quote—popular girls."
"…but they're hott!"
"Eew…no they're not! They're stupid and mean!"
"So? Who cares about that?"
"Rana and I do."
"So? Who cares? You guys don't matter."
"You have the emotional range of an eyedropper!" yelled Eila.
"So? Eyedroppers are cool!" said Sirius. Rana had just walked into Sirius's room as well.
She said, "Come on, Sirius, Eila. The train leaves in three hours."
Rana laughed, "Sirius, you are truly a hopeless case, aren't you?"
Sirius looked back at Rana and pointed to the door and bellowed, "Rana, go away! This is my room!"
"You know, if you really want me to go, I guess you do not care that the Hogwarts express leaves in three hours?"
Eila, who was avoiding this conversation until she heard Rana say that, leaped up and grabbed her trunk. Eila grasped Sirius's arm and dragged him along with her. She threw him at his own trunk and urged him to come down stairs. She yelled, "Come on, Sirius let's go!"
Sirius huffed as he dragged his trunk and went down the stairs where he met his parents, who were glaring maliciously at him as the motioned for the others to apparate to King's Cross.
