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Post 33
That night, the little butterflies in my stomach were extremely active. I could hardly stand. I sat on my bed with the curtains drawn as the desk clock ticked closer and closer to ten, my heart beating faster and faster. I had worn a baby blue turtleneck with a dark navy pants. I also brought my coat Gladrags coat that I particularly fancy, along as well, seeing its pretty chilly out at night.
It was fifteen to ten so I decided to get moving. I slung a sling bag over my head and tapped it absentmindedly with my hand to make sure I had brought my wand. I dared a peek through the curtains and noticed the curtains of the other beds too were drawn.
I crawled out quickly and ran towards the door, closing it softly behind me. I crept down the stairs towards the deserted common room. I really should be finishing all my work, plus I needed to revise for a Transfiguration test... I promised myself to work doubly hard tomorrow night.
I crawled carefully under the bookshelf and emerged in a dark tunnel with rough stone walls. I hated being down here... it was worse than the dungeon corridors. This was narrow, torches only occasionally lit up the passage. I decided to take out my wand for light instead.
The hairs on the back of my neck were standing as I forced myself to walk deeper and deeper into the passage. I hugged myself tightly as I tried to drown out the sound of steady dripping that reverberated against the walls.
The sound of mice screeching made me jump and I calmed myself down with deep breaths. I walked down and reached the first bend. It was absolutely dark down there and the passage seemed to lead into inky blackness.
I hurried down the tunnel. Second bend. Ah, the third bend finally. I turned and almost ran down the new tunnel. I could see a faint strip of light at the end.
I burst out into the warmth and light through a tapestry. Suddenly, I felt something invisible press against my mouth and pulling me back. I couldn't even scream. I was pulled back into the tunnel, but still unable to see the thing or person that had me.
Whatever it was pushed me into the wall. When I felt something that was there, but I felt it there! There was nothing in front of me but I felt an invisible force upon me. I heard a small "Shhh" and realized it was coming from right in front of me.
And suddenly, materializing from thin air was Sirius's face and then his body. My eyes widened in shock as he smiled warmly and slowly he released his hand from my mouth and stepped back. I admit, I was frightened out of my wits. I took deep breaths to calm myself down as the tears sprang to my eyes, again reminded awfully of that memory tucked away.
"Sirius..." I whispered, turning away so he couldn't see my face. "Don't ever do that again... please!"
"Um... are you okay?" he asked unsurely. "I didn't mean to-"
"I'm... fine."
"I'm sorry... I had to, Snape was just turned the bend when you came out..." he explained. "I hope he didn't see you..."
"B-but... you were invisible!"
"Invisibility Cloak," he grinned raising his arm where a pile of silvery cloth was draped over. "Borrowed it from James. I was about to come into the passage to get you actually."
"You look nice by the way," he added and I could feel his eyes upon me.
I blushed. "Thanks...you do too," I replied sheepishly.
Indeed. He was wearing a white sweater that flattered his lean body and a pair of casual blue jeans that hung just nicely off his waist. I've always thought people who wore their pants too high looked weird. His hair was slightly messed up due to the cloak that he had been wearing over his head giving him the most irresistible look.
"Shall we go then?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Alrighty..." he said as he threw the cloak over the both of us. "Come closer... or our feet will be seen."
He gingerly looped an arm around my waist and flashed a reassuring smile that I could barely see. Shivering at his touch, I forced myself to think that everything was okay. Nothing bad was going to happen. Not with him.
We slipped through the side of the tapestry and tiptoed across the halls straight towards the front door with ease.
We escaped into the cold night, just outside the gates of the school, removing the cloak to feel the fresh night wind against our faces. The smell smelt faint of lavender and mint as we journeyed down the rough stone steps towards the group of thatched houses with faint glowing lights in their windows.
I glanced up and gazed mesmerized at the millions of twinkling stars that littered the sky, accompanying a bright white crescent moon.
"Beautiful night isn't it?" I asked, eager to break the silence between us.
"Yeah, glad you went out?" Replied Sirius, stuffing the cloak in a green canvas bag.
"You can't see these through the windows of the dungeons..."
"That's a yes then."
I grinned as I inclined my head towards the heavens, savouring the feeling of the wind against my face and rippling through my hair.
Shortly we reached the picturesque village of Hogsmeade. Its golden-lit cobblestone roads were uneven and crooked but still giving it a very artistic look.
"Do you wanna have a drink at The Three Broomsticks? Butterbeer perhaps?" Sirius asked.
"Sure," I nodded.
"Um... the place is not very fancy, you don't really mind do you?" He asked sheepishly, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Of course not, why would I mind?" I asked him.
"It's nothing," he said shrugging. "C'mon, let's go."
He led me a little down a street to a tavern with a little wooden sign that hung outside that had 3 broomsticks crossed over each other. A dull muffled sound was coming from inside and when we opened the door, the sound washed out like a wave upon the beach.
We entered and went towards the back of the tavern, far away from the drunken laughs and burps from the witches and wizards at the bar. We settled at the quietest end, a round chipped wooden table with a stained checkered tablecloth on it.
"I'll go get us drinks okay?"
I nodded and settled gingerly on the stool. I laid my chin against my hands and looked around the room. The paint in the walls were peeling away and the window we were next to, which had criss-crossed grills looked like it has never been washed before.
Just across the window, pinned on the wall with a rusty nail was a worn out Chudley Cannons banner with a torn poster of the team below it. I sighed. The place wasn't what I'd have chosen to go to. I thought it was at least a restaurant... not really a... bar.
A short while later, Sirius returned with two glasses of Butterbeer. He placed one in front of me and settled down in the seat opposite.
"Do they have a straw?" I asked, looking down at the glass.
"Um... we just drink it from the glass," replied Sirius uncomfortably.
It didn't seem to be completely clean. Well... to think of it positively, I won't die drinking from it. I wiped the brim of the cup briefly with my fingers while Sirius was not looking. I raised the glass to my lips and took a small sip. Sirius smiled.
I managed a weak smile back and looked down.
"So what are you going to do after you graduate?" Asked Sirius, striking casual conversation.
My shoulders drooped. "Work with father."
"That's great!" Remarked Sirius enthusiastically. "But you don't sound too happy..."
"Not really..."
"It'll be great working in a broomstick company," said Sirius. "And one day you'll own it!"
"I don't think so..." I added.
"Eh?"
"Father wants a man for the job..." I said hesitantly.
"What do you mean?"
"It means he thinks I'm not capable of it."
"How do you know that?"
"Well, why else would he say 'Oh, James is a born-leader... Head Boy...Quidditch Captain...'," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, I see..." said Sirius somewhat downheartedly.
"I've never told anyone this but..." I stopped and hesitated.
"Yes?" He asked expectantly.
"When I was younger... I found his pensieve when he was out," I said slowly.
"Oh...What did you see?"
"Well, I looked into it and it brought me to one of his memories... one that he doesn't want to think of anymore. I was at a hospital."
Sirius looked on patiently.
"I saw my father on the chair, extremely worried and anxious..." I glanced up at him. "He started pacing. And then a healer burst out from a room... 'It's a girl' she said with an exhausted grin on her face. And I watched... I saw the tiny hint of disappointment in his eyes when he heard it. He didn't even smile. He asked about my mother. The healer replied she was fine. He smiled with relief and rushed into the room to meet her...that's all I saw."
Sirius didn't seem to know what to say.
"But it's okay," I added.
"It is?"
"I know he still loves me." It was weird. I didn't even know what I had said was real or true. Did he really love me? Or did he care more about himself...
"Of course he does..." Sirius smiled and took a sip from his glass.
"What about your parents? Why did you run away from home?"
"I don't want to talk about it..." he replied, shaking his head and looked down at his glass.
"What is love, really..." I thought aloud and I realized Sirius could hear it.
Post 33
That night, the little butterflies in my stomach were extremely active. I could hardly stand. I sat on my bed with the curtains drawn as the desk clock ticked closer and closer to ten, my heart beating faster and faster. I had worn a baby blue turtleneck with a dark navy pants. I also brought my coat Gladrags coat that I particularly fancy, along as well, seeing its pretty chilly out at night.
It was fifteen to ten so I decided to get moving. I slung a sling bag over my head and tapped it absentmindedly with my hand to make sure I had brought my wand. I dared a peek through the curtains and noticed the curtains of the other beds too were drawn.
I crawled out quickly and ran towards the door, closing it softly behind me. I crept down the stairs towards the deserted common room. I really should be finishing all my work, plus I needed to revise for a Transfiguration test... I promised myself to work doubly hard tomorrow night.
I crawled carefully under the bookshelf and emerged in a dark tunnel with rough stone walls. I hated being down here... it was worse than the dungeon corridors. This was narrow, torches only occasionally lit up the passage. I decided to take out my wand for light instead.
The hairs on the back of my neck were standing as I forced myself to walk deeper and deeper into the passage. I hugged myself tightly as I tried to drown out the sound of steady dripping that reverberated against the walls.
The sound of mice screeching made me jump and I calmed myself down with deep breaths. I walked down and reached the first bend. It was absolutely dark down there and the passage seemed to lead into inky blackness.
I hurried down the tunnel. Second bend. Ah, the third bend finally. I turned and almost ran down the new tunnel. I could see a faint strip of light at the end.
I burst out into the warmth and light through a tapestry. Suddenly, I felt something invisible press against my mouth and pulling me back. I couldn't even scream. I was pulled back into the tunnel, but still unable to see the thing or person that had me.
Whatever it was pushed me into the wall. When I felt something that was there, but I felt it there! There was nothing in front of me but I felt an invisible force upon me. I heard a small "Shhh" and realized it was coming from right in front of me.
And suddenly, materializing from thin air was Sirius's face and then his body. My eyes widened in shock as he smiled warmly and slowly he released his hand from my mouth and stepped back. I admit, I was frightened out of my wits. I took deep breaths to calm myself down as the tears sprang to my eyes, again reminded awfully of that memory tucked away.
"Sirius..." I whispered, turning away so he couldn't see my face. "Don't ever do that again... please!"
"Um... are you okay?" he asked unsurely. "I didn't mean to-"
"I'm... fine."
"I'm sorry... I had to, Snape was just turned the bend when you came out..." he explained. "I hope he didn't see you..."
"B-but... you were invisible!"
"Invisibility Cloak," he grinned raising his arm where a pile of silvery cloth was draped over. "Borrowed it from James. I was about to come into the passage to get you actually."
"You look nice by the way," he added and I could feel his eyes upon me.
I blushed. "Thanks...you do too," I replied sheepishly.
Indeed. He was wearing a white sweater that flattered his lean body and a pair of casual blue jeans that hung just nicely off his waist. I've always thought people who wore their pants too high looked weird. His hair was slightly messed up due to the cloak that he had been wearing over his head giving him the most irresistible look.
"Shall we go then?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Alrighty..." he said as he threw the cloak over the both of us. "Come closer... or our feet will be seen."
He gingerly looped an arm around my waist and flashed a reassuring smile that I could barely see. Shivering at his touch, I forced myself to think that everything was okay. Nothing bad was going to happen. Not with him.
We slipped through the side of the tapestry and tiptoed across the halls straight towards the front door with ease.
We escaped into the cold night, just outside the gates of the school, removing the cloak to feel the fresh night wind against our faces. The smell smelt faint of lavender and mint as we journeyed down the rough stone steps towards the group of thatched houses with faint glowing lights in their windows.
I glanced up and gazed mesmerized at the millions of twinkling stars that littered the sky, accompanying a bright white crescent moon.
"Beautiful night isn't it?" I asked, eager to break the silence between us.
"Yeah, glad you went out?" Replied Sirius, stuffing the cloak in a green canvas bag.
"You can't see these through the windows of the dungeons..."
"That's a yes then."
I grinned as I inclined my head towards the heavens, savouring the feeling of the wind against my face and rippling through my hair.
Shortly we reached the picturesque village of Hogsmeade. Its golden-lit cobblestone roads were uneven and crooked but still giving it a very artistic look.
"Do you wanna have a drink at The Three Broomsticks? Butterbeer perhaps?" Sirius asked.
"Sure," I nodded.
"Um... the place is not very fancy, you don't really mind do you?" He asked sheepishly, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Of course not, why would I mind?" I asked him.
"It's nothing," he said shrugging. "C'mon, let's go."
He led me a little down a street to a tavern with a little wooden sign that hung outside that had 3 broomsticks crossed over each other. A dull muffled sound was coming from inside and when we opened the door, the sound washed out like a wave upon the beach.
We entered and went towards the back of the tavern, far away from the drunken laughs and burps from the witches and wizards at the bar. We settled at the quietest end, a round chipped wooden table with a stained checkered tablecloth on it.
"I'll go get us drinks okay?"
I nodded and settled gingerly on the stool. I laid my chin against my hands and looked around the room. The paint in the walls were peeling away and the window we were next to, which had criss-crossed grills looked like it has never been washed before.
Just across the window, pinned on the wall with a rusty nail was a worn out Chudley Cannons banner with a torn poster of the team below it. I sighed. The place wasn't what I'd have chosen to go to. I thought it was at least a restaurant... not really a... bar.
A short while later, Sirius returned with two glasses of Butterbeer. He placed one in front of me and settled down in the seat opposite.
"Do they have a straw?" I asked, looking down at the glass.
"Um... we just drink it from the glass," replied Sirius uncomfortably.
It didn't seem to be completely clean. Well... to think of it positively, I won't die drinking from it. I wiped the brim of the cup briefly with my fingers while Sirius was not looking. I raised the glass to my lips and took a small sip. Sirius smiled.
I managed a weak smile back and looked down.
"So what are you going to do after you graduate?" Asked Sirius, striking casual conversation.
My shoulders drooped. "Work with father."
"That's great!" Remarked Sirius enthusiastically. "But you don't sound too happy..."
"Not really..."
"It'll be great working in a broomstick company," said Sirius. "And one day you'll own it!"
"I don't think so..." I added.
"Eh?"
"Father wants a man for the job..." I said hesitantly.
"What do you mean?"
"It means he thinks I'm not capable of it."
"How do you know that?"
"Well, why else would he say 'Oh, James is a born-leader... Head Boy...Quidditch Captain...'," I said sarcastically.
"Oh, I see..." said Sirius somewhat downheartedly.
"I've never told anyone this but..." I stopped and hesitated.
"Yes?" He asked expectantly.
"When I was younger... I found his pensieve when he was out," I said slowly.
"Oh...What did you see?"
"Well, I looked into it and it brought me to one of his memories... one that he doesn't want to think of anymore. I was at a hospital."
Sirius looked on patiently.
"I saw my father on the chair, extremely worried and anxious..." I glanced up at him. "He started pacing. And then a healer burst out from a room... 'It's a girl' she said with an exhausted grin on her face. And I watched... I saw the tiny hint of disappointment in his eyes when he heard it. He didn't even smile. He asked about my mother. The healer replied she was fine. He smiled with relief and rushed into the room to meet her...that's all I saw."
Sirius didn't seem to know what to say.
"But it's okay," I added.
"It is?"
"I know he still loves me." It was weird. I didn't even know what I had said was real or true. Did he really love me? Or did he care more about himself...
"Of course he does..." Sirius smiled and took a sip from his glass.
"What about your parents? Why did you run away from home?"
"I don't want to talk about it..." he replied, shaking his head and looked down at his glass.
"What is love, really..." I thought aloud and I realized Sirius could hear it.