Sirius: After Azkaban
-well, sorry i take way too long on updating. you have to give me credit for even keeping this story up.
my life is very stressing at the moment, and school is taking up an enormous part of my time -- most of it, i'd say.
i'm very sorry.
on top of it all, this chapter isn't that long, mainly because i like to always leave a cliffhanger, and not keep dragging on, that makes my chapters shorter than other peoples. but it's interesting. next chapter, when it comes, will probably be more exciting, more informing i'd say... i promise :D
ps- i'm trying, i really am.
Chapter 17
Job Searching
That day went by a bit slow. Siriussa spent most of it wandering around the village, looking for any job openings that might be available. She had been searching most of the day along the snow-covered roads, not really chancing upon any place she actually wanted to be employed; keeping herself warm by stopping frequently at the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer.
One of the jobs she had found was at a coffee place called Madam Puddifoot's, but she saw that it was mostly where couples went to hold hands and snog and she didn't want to have to be around that all day. Another place was the place called the Hog's Head, which she recalled Tom mentioning that they had fire whiskey, but she just wouldn't want to work in such a dodgy place.
After most of the day passed she had gotten quite tired, and that's when she finally found her opportunity, thus being Honeydukes. She imagined she could work there day and night; the aroma was so appealing.
When she addressed the person in charge, he informed her that they had just fired their last stock person for eating candy without paying, and that they needed someone to supersede him. She volunteered right away, being as exhausted as she was from her job search, and was given her hours.
After this Siriussa departed and went back to her hotel room, hoping against hope to discover Ramon there waiting with a response letter, but when she got there she was eminently discouraged to find her white feathery friend not present. Taking her disappointment and exhausted state with her, she went back in the village to the Hog's Head for a little spirit raising.
It wasn't completely empty there, but it was, to her surprise, very tranquil. She settled down and requested a firewhiskey. To her delight, the drink gave her a rather mirthful lift. She drank slowly and cautiously, just gazing around the room or staring into space, not really thinking at all. She was in the transitional stage from disappointed to the simulated happiness that people get from consuming too much alcohol.
As she gulped down the last of her third drink, though, the thought of Tom and her past cognitions involving copious amounts of alcohol made her decide to discontinue for the night. So after paying the old bartender, with long grey hair and beard, glared after her, she left the Hog's Head for her hotel room, conservatively being vigilant as to where she stepped so she wouldn't trip. When Siriussa opened the door to her room it seemed quite empty to her, so she laid down drunkenly and fell fast asleep. That night she uncommonly had almost completely dreamless sleep, which she was grateful for, after having so many deranged dreams in the recent past.
Early in the morning she was aroused by a noise that issued somewhere, it seemed, from near her window. When she opened her eyes groggily, the effects of the firewhiskey were settling in. She didn't feel as ill as she had in preceding experiences, for which she was very thankful, but she did have an ample headache and an abhorrent taste in her mouth.
Once she finally focused her eyes and looked over to the window, she saw that it had been left ajar all night, and after realizing this she suddenly shivered, then felt her nose freeze.
But the next second she became aware of the owl, looking quite annoyed, that was perched on the table, a letter attached to his scrawny leg. At the sight of the letter she became ecstatic, throwing off her bed covers, she hastened over to the table, stumbling over everything in her path.
She struggled with untying the letter, which made her rather discomfitted, but when she finally got it off, opened it, and began to read, all her frustration vanished - leaving in its place an emotion that had been held deep inside of her for some time.