TeeDee: last time I commented on something like that… never mind.
Sirithiliel: I totally agree, it's amazing that anyone can think otherwise.
koriaena: thank you for all your encouragement
The escape
Sirius knocked this time, deciding not to just barge in like he had this morning. He was greeted by silence – well at least meant that the ghost girl had probably left. Unless.... 'No!' Sirius shook the unwanted thoughts out of his head with a violent shake. Knocking again a little louder this time he started thinking over the other possibilities as to Bakura's presence and shifting a box from one arm to the other.
"What?" came the annoyed snap from the other side of the door; it would seem that the resident's mood hadn't improved very much in the past few hours.
"Just an innocent baka." Sirius replied sarcastically – after being called one about a million times he had picked up on the basic meaning of the word.
The door opened slowly to reveal a pissed looking Bakura dressed in a luxurious bathrobe. "And what do you want?" he asked as a hand ran through slightly damp hair.
"An escape from the mighty book demon, Remus Lupin." Sirius, tried to look pitiful, probably failed horribly, but one can only try.
"If you stop looking at me like some broken toy I'll let you in to hide oh brave one." Bakura replied carelessly before turning and crossing to his bathroom. Picking up a carelessly discarded towel he began drying his hair where he had left off.
Sirius walked, grinning, into his common room right behind him. "Plus." he replied, ignoring the intended insult, placing the small box he had been carrying onto a table. "I have brought a placation of." Sirius' voice gained momentum as he reached for the latch. "Creampuffs!" he finished grandly.
At Sirius' last word Bakura's face, that had been facing the mirror, jerked around and he eyed the creampuffs with great interest. "Well then..." He trailed off as a smirk grew on his face.
"The blood however will need to be provided by yourself on a need to have bases." Sirius added as an after thought, his stomach churning slightly as a mental image of Bakura eating his 'lovely' creampuffs, blood drips all around his mouth.
Bakura, finished drying his hair, came over to the table – his walk an easy swagger. Picking up a creampuff he took a small bight, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Without it though, they just taste too bland." He commented his eyes straying carelessly over to Sirius. "Perhaps since you were so thoughtful to provide them.... you might be convinced to donate some blood...." Sirius visibly squirmed and Bakura smirked, taking a second bite. "Though perhaps..... On second thought...." this was doing nothing to ease Sirius' nerves, a small piece of revenge for this morning. "I guess they aren't that bad without it..." Sirius' look of relief was also quiet funny as well. Though after a few minutes deliberate thought he decided to deter this idea of him being some kind of vampire. So! He had some vampiric qualities.... but he didn't suck people's blood! "But when one is eating rare steak it is hard not to bloody ones self." He added as an after thought.
"Right...." Sirius tried to seem like he hadn't been even slightly scared by Bakura's speech.
"So.... what brings you creampuffs to my door?" Bakura inquired, trying to sound lofty, but truly curios. No matter how he verbally abused the amusing idiot he kept turning up.
"Remus." Sirius simply stated.
"You already told me that; you do practically live with the man, what made him particularly annoying this afternoon?" Bakura ignored how wrong some of that sentence had sounded and went on to pushing the question.
"He wanted me to study."
"Why?"
"Because I would like to switch career tracks."
"To what?!" Bakura couldn't help but sound at least slightly skeptic, it had seemed after all that Sirius had barley gotten this job; what else could he be? A town's fool?!
"An Auror." Sirius sounded slightly offended, and therefore ever so haughty. "I just sent the entrance exam in this morning, after I found you with a girl in your room." The last was an attempt to get back at Bakura for his incredulity at Sirius' resolve.
"You're just jealous," Bakura replied, his voice dripping haughtiness. "That you don't have girls swarming all over you."
"Oh yes." Sirius commented sarcastically. "I am growing green with jealousy." He rolled his eyes, as if. "Every man wants ghost girls throwing themselves at their feet. It's all the rage."
"It is isn't it." Bakura noted the sarcasm but simply played along as he munched on his fifth creampuff.
"But I did, I'll have you know, have plenty of girls in my time." Sirius retorted defensively. "Why!..."
"Oh great the old geezer is going to recount his youth." Bakura rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Why in my time!" he added as a mockery. "save me the story."