Sirius had expected surprise from James, but he most definitely had not expected him to come across the table at him. Sirius was taken off guard and fell backwards to the floor underneath James. Remus piled on at first and then suddenly pulled James off of Sirius and helped Sirius up.
"Maybe we should continue this in the common room?"
They nodded and reached each other back up to Gryffindor Tower.
When they burst into the common room past the Fat Lady, they came to a sudden halt, Peter running into Sirius' back.
Callie, Jacob, and Adam sat calmly by the fireplace, back in their school robes, and waiting for Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter to return. Callie looked up when they arrived.
"You weren't in your dorm, so we figured you'd gone to breakfast."
Sirius grinned as she ran to them all, pulling them into a hug.

For a few weeks after Orion had woken up, Sirius was contented with her staying in Gotham City. As long as she was okay, he didn't really care where she was. But after a while, the feeling began to fade, and it was replaced with the same empty hunger that he felt before, when she wasn't around. He had gotten no mail from her, he was curious why, but then, he had sent her no mail yet. He just couldn't find the right words.
He had saved her life. He was overjoyed that he had done so, but he was almost embarrassed.
He leaned back in his chair, sucking on the end of his quill. She was like a damsel in distress. He was like a Knight in shining armor on a white horse.
Well, it was a bird, but it was white. He thought to himself. He paused musing the thought to himself. He didn't realize how far back he was tipping his chair. Suddenly Callie wandered into the Dorm. Startled, Sirius' chair fell over backwards and Sirius found himself staring up at Callie from the floor. She bent over him with a grin.
"Hello."
He waved back.
"I have a letter for you."
Sirius reached up and grabbed the letter. He ripped it open and pulled out the parchment.
Sirius,
I've thought about this for almost a week, but I still can't find the words. Hope fully you already know what I'm trying to say, but for right now, that best I can do it say
Thank You
Sirius smiled at the simple letter. He didn't feel so stupid now that he knew he wasn't the only one who couldn't find the words.

Sirius sat at his desk late at night quill in hand. He had long since shut the hangings on his friend's bed. There was no need for them to be woken up by the light or the scratching of his quill. He pondered upon how exactly to write this letter.
Dear Orion -
He scratched it out. That sounded like they were going out or something.
Orion-
He scratched that out too. It sounded too informal, like they were merely acquaintances, not friends. He decided to skip the introduction for the time being and go on to the rest of the letter.
Dear Orion-
Orion-
I'm sorry I haven't sent you any mail. It seems that neither of us could find the words. I suppose that for the both of us its kind of a touchy subject so let my just skip this.
The orchestra is back on its feet, but it's not the same without you. I stand outside and listen every now and then. I never go in, I don't want to disturb them.
The Quidditch team made it to the finals. Remus is playing in your stead. He's actually quite good, but of course, he didn't play whatever that game was that you played, so he doesn't beat you by a long shot. I know he won't admit it, but I know he like whacking a ball at other people on a broom a hundred feet from the ground.
Sirius stopped and turned around. Peter stood next to his bed.
"Why are you up so late?" he asked softly, fully aware of the other two sleeping occupants of their room.
"I was just trying to write a letter to Orion."
Peter smiled, not his usual 'omigosh I idolize you' smile, but just a smile, a regular one.
"You miss her."
"Of course I do, we all do."
Peter cocked his head to one side.
"No I mean you miss her."
Sirius was taken aback. Was Peter right? Sirius stared at Peter for a moment, not really seeing him.
"Yeah I guess I kind of do. I feel responsible."
Peter took a step forward.
"Its not your fault."
Sirius paused. "Do you think so?"
Peter took another step forward and sat down in the chair to his desk.
"Sirius you didn't shoot her parents. You were Thousands of kilometers away; there was nothing you could do to stop it. But you helped her cope with it. You've done everything you can."
Sirius stopped, lost for words. He had never thought of Peter as being a deep thinker, but Sirius could tell Peter had been dying to say what he'd said for a long time.
Peter walked over to Sirius and put a hand on his shoulder.
"She'll come back. I know she will."
He walked back to his bed and climbed in, shutting the hangings of his bed.
"I can't wait to see your face when she comes back."
Sirius turned dumbfounded back to the letter.
He couldn't think of anything else to say in relation to school. He picked up his quill.
You send some pretty strange angels. I hope Bruce is good, give him a hug from me. Give Ace a scratch behind the ears. And tuck yourself into bed warmly tonight.
Sirius stopped, not able to believe that he had just written that. He shrugged and continued to think about how to being the letter. Finally he settled upon something simple, something that only she would understand. He searched for another piece of parchment, unable to find one. He sighed and went back to the top of the piece, and tore off the top of the paper, leaving just enough room for his introduction.
My Damsel in Distress,
I'm sorry I haven't sent you any mail. It seems that neither of us could find the words. I suppose that for the both of us its kind of a touchy subject so let my just skip this.
The orchestra is back on its feet, but it's not the same without you. I stand outside and listen every now and then. I never go in, I don't want to disturb them.
The Quidditch team made it to the finals. Remus is playing in your stead. He's actually quite good, but of course, he didn't play whatever that game was that you played, so he doesn't beat you by a long shot. I know he won't admit it, but I know he like whacking a ball at other people on a broom a hundred feet from the ground.
You send some pretty strange angels. I hope Bruce is good, give him a hug from me. Give Ace a scratch behind the ears. And tuck yourself into bed warmly tonight.
Your Knight in Shining Armor
He folded the letter and put it into an envelope and carried to the Owlery. He paused before entering, wondering if he would see his phantom in the window again. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and walked inside. He picked and owl a tied the letter to its leg, ad turned to a window.
There she was standing in the window, leaning against the side of the staring out into the night. Sirius stared at her for a second, at her clothing. He could see better now than ever how slender she was, her waist small and petite. Her arms were crossed in front of her, and she wore a black turtleneck and black pants. What looked to he a knife was sheathed and strapped to her right thigh, its handle just grazing the window frame. He long brown hair was French braided, draped over her shoulder. Sirius let his owl go and stood behind her, thinking of what she had said in the past.
"Your not alone." he said softly and turned to go. Behind his back, her hair almost magically came of its French braid, billowing out to her lower back.
Her eyes got big, she turned to see who had said the words, but she saw no one.

Orion went up and down, up and down, pulling the letter out of its envelope. She read the letter, a smile spreading across her face. She paused halfway down the page, vaguely wondering why the top of the page was torn off.
"Are you sure this isn't bothering you?"
"Yeah, your fine."
Are you really sure, Bruce, I don't want to hurt you."
"Naw, your fine, really."
Orion shrugged. Bruce continued doing pushups while Orion sat on his back. She went back to reading the letter. Her brow furrowed and she stopped when she came to the last sentence. She smiled, almost embarrassed and folded the letter back up.
Bruce smiled through his sweat, just happy to have his dear sister back. Now that he had her, her swore to himself, that no one would ever hurt her again. Her smile brought him unrivaled joy, though her face still held one long cut alone her slender cheekbone, flawing her otherwise beautiful face. He hoped beyond hope that the cut would fade away, but another part of him hoped it would remain, and everyday reminder of what he was fighting for. Her words snapped him out of his trance.
"Are you almost finished?"
"Three hundred more."
Orion sighed and held still while her brother finished his pushups.