Sirius:
Narcissa punched Sirius hard as soon as they were out of sight and on their way to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. True, he probably did deserve it, but it still made him angry at his snotty cousin.
"Ow! Narcissa, you toad, what in the world did you do that for?" Sirius said in what he thought was a puzzled tone that didn't fool Narcissa, "I didn't do anything!"
"Oh, stupid Sirius, you know I think James would have asked me out if it wasn't for you showing up just now!" Narcissa tiraded at her cousin, "Honestly, you could not have chosen to come at a worse time! I really think that James is starting to fancy me!"
"Oh, simple, confused cousin of mine," Sirius started, mocking her every word, "I really think that James would sooner fancy that demented, psyco cat of yours before he fancied a hag like you! He is my best friend, and he has always said he likes black hair like Morticia's. You don't quite fit the description my dear, with your nose in the clouds and your hair the color of Frank's Rat. You are the complete opposite of the girls he normally dates and you know it."
Narcissa hit him again, but he knew that he really deserved that time. If there was one think Narcissa hated, it was rats, especially Frank's, who was a cousin on their mother's side. His rat had matted fur that looked as though it was dirty straw. Narcissa did not like rodents one bit, which is why Sirius loved to torture her with them. Many nights Narcissa woke up screaming because of weasels and mice were mysteriously in her room.
When they apperated right in front of their front door, they were still fighting. Sirius slipped the key in the door and rapped twelve times on the door with his wand. He called "I am a friend of the honorable house of Black" into a knot on the door. The door creaked open to reveal a large and dreary coat room.
The two Blacks took off their shoes and robes to reveal dark apparel. A sign on the wall read "Muggles, Mudbloods, and Foes Beware", which seemed to cast away any welcoming features of the house. Sirius walked up the stairs to his bedroom and shut the door. He took out a piece of parchment and a mirror from his pocket and looked at them.
The room was quite small compared to the rest of the house. It was white, with a few hand drawn pictures of various quidditch teams on the walls. A cupboard in the corner held Sirius's school supplies, and a Cleansweep 5 was ontop of his dresser. There was a small desk on the east wall, with parchment and ink in messy piles. He was sitting on his bed, which looked more like a Prison cot than anything else.
The parchment was old and wrinkled, with a few stains, including one that looked like blood. It was a paper that said what someone was doing at the time. He glanced at the list and picked out a few key names:
Marlene McKibbon- Buying a butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron
He ran a brush through his hair, pulled on a nicer looking robe, and smothered himself in cologne. He sneezed as he put the bottle back on the shelf. The mirror was still sitting on the bed, and he ran over to it.
"James Potter," He called hurriedly into the mirror, "And hurry!"
James's face appeared in the mirror almost immediately.
"What d'you want, Padfoot?" He said rather aggressively, "Here to laugh at my bad luck at having Evans spend the rest of the summer here? What is with you, you look almost halfway decent?"
"Well, yes I am going to laugh and make fun of you, but unfortunately, I don't have time. You see, I have to meet up with someone in Diagon Alley, and I thought I could go with you. I mean, It would be better than going with Evans, isn't it? Plus, then I can at least make fun of you in person."
"Ooh, who's coming up to Diagon, Padsy?" James mocked, "Is it a girl by the name of Marlene? You know, the one that won't have you."
"Shut up, Prongs, I am going to go out with her just to show you up. No girl can resist the charms of Sirius Black. Not even Marlene McKibbon." Sirius teased right back, "Unlike you, I can charm any girl. Remember, back when you used to like Evans, and she would have any of it."
"Sirius Black, you know as well as I do that Evans was really infatuated with me. She was just playing hard to get. Plus, I hate everything about her now."
"She was not!"
"Was too!"
"Whatever Prongsy, you know I'm right!"
"I'll meet you at Madame Malkins in 45 minutes!"
Sirius looked around his room one last time before he trotted out again. He went down to the kitchen, with every intention of getting a snack, when he heard both his mother and cousin scream "Sirius Black!"
He went up the stairs again, cursing his bad luck. He wandered into his mother's room, where Ursula and Narcissa Black were standing, hands on their hips glaring at him.
"Sirius Mortin Black!" Ursula began, "My ungrateful and undeserving son. How dare you treat your dear cousin like this! She likes a sweet little classmate of hers, and yet you embarrass her and send her home on purpose."
"Sirius, I don't know why you did this to me!" Narcissa exclaimed with fake tears, "You told me that Morwen wanted me when she didn't , and I think James was just about to ask me out!"
"Sirius, I really thought that you were better than that!" Ursula exclaimed, "But really you were an ugly little swine. You were the embarrassment of this house and family. To be sorted into Griffyndor of all houses!"
"What is wrong with Griffyndor? Better to be in it that Slytherin, bravery rather than slime."
"How dare you! Next thing I know, I'll be hearing you talk about about the family of Black with something less then reverence!"
"Black is the color of death, evil, darkness. I am ashamed of my family, ashamed of who I am compared to. I would rather be a muggle than to be a great git and slimeball like my brother."
With that he ran to his room and grabbed his already packed trunk. He stuck his broom under one arm and passed the family tree on his way out. He saw a flame on his name, and he watched it burn away with some satisfaction.
Narcissa punched Sirius hard as soon as they were out of sight and on their way to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. True, he probably did deserve it, but it still made him angry at his snotty cousin.
"Ow! Narcissa, you toad, what in the world did you do that for?" Sirius said in what he thought was a puzzled tone that didn't fool Narcissa, "I didn't do anything!"
"Oh, stupid Sirius, you know I think James would have asked me out if it wasn't for you showing up just now!" Narcissa tiraded at her cousin, "Honestly, you could not have chosen to come at a worse time! I really think that James is starting to fancy me!"
"Oh, simple, confused cousin of mine," Sirius started, mocking her every word, "I really think that James would sooner fancy that demented, psyco cat of yours before he fancied a hag like you! He is my best friend, and he has always said he likes black hair like Morticia's. You don't quite fit the description my dear, with your nose in the clouds and your hair the color of Frank's Rat. You are the complete opposite of the girls he normally dates and you know it."
Narcissa hit him again, but he knew that he really deserved that time. If there was one think Narcissa hated, it was rats, especially Frank's, who was a cousin on their mother's side. His rat had matted fur that looked as though it was dirty straw. Narcissa did not like rodents one bit, which is why Sirius loved to torture her with them. Many nights Narcissa woke up screaming because of weasels and mice were mysteriously in her room.
When they apperated right in front of their front door, they were still fighting. Sirius slipped the key in the door and rapped twelve times on the door with his wand. He called "I am a friend of the honorable house of Black" into a knot on the door. The door creaked open to reveal a large and dreary coat room.
The two Blacks took off their shoes and robes to reveal dark apparel. A sign on the wall read "Muggles, Mudbloods, and Foes Beware", which seemed to cast away any welcoming features of the house. Sirius walked up the stairs to his bedroom and shut the door. He took out a piece of parchment and a mirror from his pocket and looked at them.
The room was quite small compared to the rest of the house. It was white, with a few hand drawn pictures of various quidditch teams on the walls. A cupboard in the corner held Sirius's school supplies, and a Cleansweep 5 was ontop of his dresser. There was a small desk on the east wall, with parchment and ink in messy piles. He was sitting on his bed, which looked more like a Prison cot than anything else.
The parchment was old and wrinkled, with a few stains, including one that looked like blood. It was a paper that said what someone was doing at the time. He glanced at the list and picked out a few key names:
Marlene McKibbon- Buying a butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron
He ran a brush through his hair, pulled on a nicer looking robe, and smothered himself in cologne. He sneezed as he put the bottle back on the shelf. The mirror was still sitting on the bed, and he ran over to it.
"James Potter," He called hurriedly into the mirror, "And hurry!"
James's face appeared in the mirror almost immediately.
"What d'you want, Padfoot?" He said rather aggressively, "Here to laugh at my bad luck at having Evans spend the rest of the summer here? What is with you, you look almost halfway decent?"
"Well, yes I am going to laugh and make fun of you, but unfortunately, I don't have time. You see, I have to meet up with someone in Diagon Alley, and I thought I could go with you. I mean, It would be better than going with Evans, isn't it? Plus, then I can at least make fun of you in person."
"Ooh, who's coming up to Diagon, Padsy?" James mocked, "Is it a girl by the name of Marlene? You know, the one that won't have you."
"Shut up, Prongs, I am going to go out with her just to show you up. No girl can resist the charms of Sirius Black. Not even Marlene McKibbon." Sirius teased right back, "Unlike you, I can charm any girl. Remember, back when you used to like Evans, and she would have any of it."
"Sirius Black, you know as well as I do that Evans was really infatuated with me. She was just playing hard to get. Plus, I hate everything about her now."
"She was not!"
"Was too!"
"Whatever Prongsy, you know I'm right!"
"I'll meet you at Madame Malkins in 45 minutes!"
Sirius looked around his room one last time before he trotted out again. He went down to the kitchen, with every intention of getting a snack, when he heard both his mother and cousin scream "Sirius Black!"
He went up the stairs again, cursing his bad luck. He wandered into his mother's room, where Ursula and Narcissa Black were standing, hands on their hips glaring at him.
"Sirius Mortin Black!" Ursula began, "My ungrateful and undeserving son. How dare you treat your dear cousin like this! She likes a sweet little classmate of hers, and yet you embarrass her and send her home on purpose."
"Sirius, I don't know why you did this to me!" Narcissa exclaimed with fake tears, "You told me that Morwen wanted me when she didn't , and I think James was just about to ask me out!"
"Sirius, I really thought that you were better than that!" Ursula exclaimed, "But really you were an ugly little swine. You were the embarrassment of this house and family. To be sorted into Griffyndor of all houses!"
"What is wrong with Griffyndor? Better to be in it that Slytherin, bravery rather than slime."
"How dare you! Next thing I know, I'll be hearing you talk about about the family of Black with something less then reverence!"
"Black is the color of death, evil, darkness. I am ashamed of my family, ashamed of who I am compared to. I would rather be a muggle than to be a great git and slimeball like my brother."
With that he ran to his room and grabbed his already packed trunk. He stuck his broom under one arm and passed the family tree on his way out. He saw a flame on his name, and he watched it burn away with some satisfaction.