Spilt Milk


Being the abnormal, odd outcast of the house definitely had few ups. He was treated more like a housemaid than a son, and honestly? The stupid house elf had more respect than he did. There was something wrong with that picture.

But no matter what happened, even if it was Regulus breaking the chandelier in the foyer while Sirius wasn't even home, the blame always found a way to stick to the eldest Black son.

No matter, Sirius Black did not cry. He used to, when he was younger and didn't understand what he was doing wrong, but as he grew older, he knew how to stop himself from crying, and he knew exactly what was upsetting his mother. This only meant that he knew exactly how to make her mad, and when she beat him, he knew how to put up a good fight.

But eventually, it became too much for the boy, and he would break at the oddest of times, like all the pain he had suffered throughout the years was finally catching up with him.

He never really figured out a way around that, and the one time he heard the quote, "Don't cry over spilt milk," he only had to laugh at its stupidity. A general interpretation of that quote would be not to hold onto the past, but for Sirius Black, crying was the only real way of letting go.


A/N: This is 236 words, and, of course, Sirius-centered…my goal for the next one is to think of some random character that I may or may not have done already. Read 'n' review, please.