A Letter from Home
Part II
Sirius opened his eyes. It was gloomy with the curtains of his four-poster closed, but he could tell from the chinks of light between the gaps in the fabric, and the sounds of movement coming from the room beyond, that it was morning. Perfectly normal morning occurences, but something felt wrong. What was it? He turned his head and something scrunched against his cheek. His was lying the wrong was round. That was it. And his leg was hanging off the edge of the mattress. No, there was still something else wrong. His head felt fuzzy as he tried to think what. Scrunching. Something had scrunched when he moved his head. What had scrunched?
Sirius' hand groped across the mattress until it closed around the scrunching thing, not wondering why his whole body ached from this small movement. Parchment. It was a balled up piece of parchment. He dragged it out from where he'd been lying on it and, unscrewing it, squinted through the semi-darkness.
There was a crest at the top, a familiar one, a hated one. And below it, those two words, the two that his mother used to quote at him when he was young. Toujours Pur.
Sirius let his arm drop, and the letter fell out of it onto the duvet. Shit. Shit shit shit. With an effort he yanked open the curtains round his bed, letting the morning sunlight stream in. Sirius rolled out of bed and lay sprawled on the floor. Around him his dormmates were shuffling about in varying states of undress.
"Hey Padfoot," James said, flattening his hair with the palm of his hand. As Peter looked up to see that Sirius was awake, Remus strode across the room, ignoring Sirius, and shut the door behind him with a snap.
"Guys?" Sirius peered up at them in bewilderment. The other two exchanged glances. "What's happened? Tell me."
"Well..." Peter said hesitantly, "Last night, you'd been drinking...pretty hard, I think, you seemed quite out of it." Figured, Sirius thought. Bloody pure-blood nutters. He clambered to his feet and started pulling on his robes as James took over where Peter had broken off.
"You'd disappeared for a couple of hours, then I came up here looking for Remus, and you were on the floor with him sat on your chest, beating the shit out of you."
"Ah." Sirius accidentally prodded his shoulder. It hurt rather a lot.
"I'm surprised he didn't break anything," James remarked, seeing Sirius wince. "He was really laying into you. I pulled him off you and asked what happened, but he just said 'Nothing' and stormed out. What the hell did you do?"
Sirius grimaced. "No idea. Reckon I should go and find out?"
"Probably." James and Peter nodded. "He'll just be even madder if you don't."
"Okay. See you two later." Sirius stuck his head in the water basin, then, pushing his sopping hair out of his eyes, headed for the door.
Read & review s'il te plait,constructive criticism is welcome. Really welcome. Hope you liked it. Last (probably) part coming up soon.