CHAPTER FIVE - MUSICROOM
Sirius Black wanted to be alone for a while. June was so soon and he wasn't in a good mood. Usually bored and pranks-loving, he looked sad now. He didn't want to leave Hogwarts, the only place where he felt free and happy. But during the holidays he couldn't stay there: he had to go back to his awful home in Grimmauld Place, 12.
His friends understood his feelings. Sirius never spoke well of his family: he had a low opinion about them. They were all so proud about theirs blood purity and hated even a thought that could befriend or meet a Muggle. And they supported the Dark Lord in his pure-blood action, but weren't active Death Eaters, though.
Sirius was rambling alone around the school. He was on the fourth floor, Northern wing. He suddenly fancied going to Musicroom, a deserted chamber where many various instruments stood and where pupils interested in music could improve their skills.
He hadn't visited it for almost a whole year!
He took out his wand and whispered towards dark wall:
'Cantus Alohomora!'
A violet door appeared and opened. Sirius walked into the room. Walls were of red velvet and delicate, golden candlelight illuminated many of stylish instruments.
Sirius wanted to pick 'his' double-bass, but saw somebody playing piano. She didn't realize he was in and was playing passionately. He watched Julia amazed, but she must have heard him touched a string of bass and looked around.
'Black? What are you doing here', she asked, her eyes still full of music.
He wanted to be rude, only for a while. Than he spoke softly.
'I just wanted to be alone. It's the best place..'
'I know', Julia smiled and watched him carefully. The light was playing with her eyes and freckles on her nose. She looked beautiful. She looked in his eyes and both laughed.
'What have you been playing', he asked criticizing. 'Such a boring stuff'
'That's not a bore! It's Bach, an invention.'
'Yeah, well. Try this one', he moved his wand and on the piano appeared notes of some kind of jazz. 'Let's play together!'
Julia glanced at him suspiciously, but turned to keys and tried the piece of music he offered.
'OK, not bad', she looked at the double-bass. 'Are you sure you can use it?'
'Julia Sting! I feel offended!', Sirius played a role of a hurt one and played. Sting watched him for a while. How interesting! This prank-player and music. His dark hair fell on his eyes and he tried to move it away only by shaking his head. A kind smile appeared on his lips. He was moving in the rhythm, taller than his instrument looked amazingly.
Julia joined and they were playing until late at night. They changed types of music, enjoyed the Beatles as well as Nirvana or Beethoven. Finally, exhausted, but happy, decided to take a break.
'Good, old-fashioned upbringing', Julia grinned. Sirius was rubbing his fingers and waited.
She continued.
'I wonder if it is your family who made you play?'
'My mother hates Muggle music and I love annoying her. But it was her fault I started to play.'
'You're quite a good bassist, you know. We have one reason to be thankful to your mother.'
'Yeah,' Sirius laughed with a relief. He hadn't thought that this session would cheer him up that much. 'You know, I haven't thought about that. What about you. Does your pianos annoy your parents?'
'In fact, unfortunately, they love music and, unfortunately, I play quite well. But I like to provoke them. The problem is that they have a good sense of humour. I scream and sting but they laugh.'
'So, you're going to have fine holidays? I envy you', Sirius laughed, but felt sad recalling his house.
Julia said nothing, but looked in his eyes (so warm and charming as always). She felt a chill, but decided to ignore this and left.
Sirius watched her and wondered, why, the hell, this outsider girl makes him feel perfect.
***
The Hogwarts' Express arrived at the station. Sirius, James and Remus went out of their compartment and stood on the platform 9 and ¾. They hesitated, but decided to disconnect and search for their families.
Sirius saw his evil mother, waving impatiently at him and in a meantime kissing his younger brother.
'How awful', he thought and turned his head away when he saw Julia Sting, alone, approaching her beautiful mum.
'Hey, Julia', he shouted. She stopped and turned around to meet him. She was waiting.
'This is the book, you wanted', he passed her 'Quidditch through ages', although she had never asked for it, she took it, grinning.
'Trying to make your mother hit the roof??', she smiled and looked at Mrs. Black. 'Well done!'
'I am gonna miss your jokes and evil comments, Sting. See ya!'
'Yeah, see you in September', Julia turned around.
As Sirius met his mother, she shouted:
'You're late! Detention! And whom were you talking to, ah? Venus McGonagall's daughter, ah? Don't you ever try to get in touch with those filthy Muggle - loving family. Don't.'
She kept yelling, but he didn't listen. He waited for September.
Few meters further stood Julia's beautiful mother and kissed her only daughter.
'Who was that handsome guy, you talked to, hmm, my little girl?', she asked with a suspicious smile. 'A son of Blacks' I suppose. You shouldn't get in touch.', she didn't finish because she saw mad Mrs. Black pointing at them. 'No, it's good news! You naughty girl, you made old Peppy mad. Congratulations!'
'Well, I didn't mean to', answered politely Julia, she meant it though. They both laughed and left the platform with a portkey.
Sirius Black wanted to be alone for a while. June was so soon and he wasn't in a good mood. Usually bored and pranks-loving, he looked sad now. He didn't want to leave Hogwarts, the only place where he felt free and happy. But during the holidays he couldn't stay there: he had to go back to his awful home in Grimmauld Place, 12.
His friends understood his feelings. Sirius never spoke well of his family: he had a low opinion about them. They were all so proud about theirs blood purity and hated even a thought that could befriend or meet a Muggle. And they supported the Dark Lord in his pure-blood action, but weren't active Death Eaters, though.
Sirius was rambling alone around the school. He was on the fourth floor, Northern wing. He suddenly fancied going to Musicroom, a deserted chamber where many various instruments stood and where pupils interested in music could improve their skills.
He hadn't visited it for almost a whole year!
He took out his wand and whispered towards dark wall:
'Cantus Alohomora!'
A violet door appeared and opened. Sirius walked into the room. Walls were of red velvet and delicate, golden candlelight illuminated many of stylish instruments.
Sirius wanted to pick 'his' double-bass, but saw somebody playing piano. She didn't realize he was in and was playing passionately. He watched Julia amazed, but she must have heard him touched a string of bass and looked around.
'Black? What are you doing here', she asked, her eyes still full of music.
He wanted to be rude, only for a while. Than he spoke softly.
'I just wanted to be alone. It's the best place..'
'I know', Julia smiled and watched him carefully. The light was playing with her eyes and freckles on her nose. She looked beautiful. She looked in his eyes and both laughed.
'What have you been playing', he asked criticizing. 'Such a boring stuff'
'That's not a bore! It's Bach, an invention.'
'Yeah, well. Try this one', he moved his wand and on the piano appeared notes of some kind of jazz. 'Let's play together!'
Julia glanced at him suspiciously, but turned to keys and tried the piece of music he offered.
'OK, not bad', she looked at the double-bass. 'Are you sure you can use it?'
'Julia Sting! I feel offended!', Sirius played a role of a hurt one and played. Sting watched him for a while. How interesting! This prank-player and music. His dark hair fell on his eyes and he tried to move it away only by shaking his head. A kind smile appeared on his lips. He was moving in the rhythm, taller than his instrument looked amazingly.
Julia joined and they were playing until late at night. They changed types of music, enjoyed the Beatles as well as Nirvana or Beethoven. Finally, exhausted, but happy, decided to take a break.
'Good, old-fashioned upbringing', Julia grinned. Sirius was rubbing his fingers and waited.
She continued.
'I wonder if it is your family who made you play?'
'My mother hates Muggle music and I love annoying her. But it was her fault I started to play.'
'You're quite a good bassist, you know. We have one reason to be thankful to your mother.'
'Yeah,' Sirius laughed with a relief. He hadn't thought that this session would cheer him up that much. 'You know, I haven't thought about that. What about you. Does your pianos annoy your parents?'
'In fact, unfortunately, they love music and, unfortunately, I play quite well. But I like to provoke them. The problem is that they have a good sense of humour. I scream and sting but they laugh.'
'So, you're going to have fine holidays? I envy you', Sirius laughed, but felt sad recalling his house.
Julia said nothing, but looked in his eyes (so warm and charming as always). She felt a chill, but decided to ignore this and left.
Sirius watched her and wondered, why, the hell, this outsider girl makes him feel perfect.
***
The Hogwarts' Express arrived at the station. Sirius, James and Remus went out of their compartment and stood on the platform 9 and ¾. They hesitated, but decided to disconnect and search for their families.
Sirius saw his evil mother, waving impatiently at him and in a meantime kissing his younger brother.
'How awful', he thought and turned his head away when he saw Julia Sting, alone, approaching her beautiful mum.
'Hey, Julia', he shouted. She stopped and turned around to meet him. She was waiting.
'This is the book, you wanted', he passed her 'Quidditch through ages', although she had never asked for it, she took it, grinning.
'Trying to make your mother hit the roof??', she smiled and looked at Mrs. Black. 'Well done!'
'I am gonna miss your jokes and evil comments, Sting. See ya!'
'Yeah, see you in September', Julia turned around.
As Sirius met his mother, she shouted:
'You're late! Detention! And whom were you talking to, ah? Venus McGonagall's daughter, ah? Don't you ever try to get in touch with those filthy Muggle - loving family. Don't.'
She kept yelling, but he didn't listen. He waited for September.
Few meters further stood Julia's beautiful mother and kissed her only daughter.
'Who was that handsome guy, you talked to, hmm, my little girl?', she asked with a suspicious smile. 'A son of Blacks' I suppose. You shouldn't get in touch.', she didn't finish because she saw mad Mrs. Black pointing at them. 'No, it's good news! You naughty girl, you made old Peppy mad. Congratulations!'
'Well, I didn't mean to', answered politely Julia, she meant it though. They both laughed and left the platform with a portkey.