Everything went wrong when Easton Greengrass was sorted into Slytherin. Easton wasn't ambitious. Easton wasn't cunning. Easton lacked any sense of self-preservation in every meaning there was (she came close to killing herself during Potions on numerous occasions). Easton Greengrass wasn't many things, and, oh dear Merlin, she most definitely wasn't a Slytherin.

I was quiet and shy. He was loud and friendly. I was looking for a steady, secure future. He was looking for a hookup and a good time. In the end, I was what he was looking for and he was what I was looking for. This is my story- the best and worst memories of my life. My unexpected life with Sirius Black. SB/OC, canon.