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Sirius Black studies himself in the full langth mirror of the first year boys dorm.
Poking at his pointed nose Sirius desides it looks like his mothers. Well, not like she looks like now. He tells himself, like she looked like long before she ever met my father. Before he broke it.
Pushing the tip of his nose up to make it look like a pigs snout, Sirius recalls looking at photos of his mothers youth. His favorite, one taken when she was around ten, shows a close up of his mothers face. But that isn't the part he likes, he likes her eyes. The way they don't show the fear, or hatred, or the madness present in the eyes of his mother as of now.
He wonders for a fritining moment if he to would have eyes like that one day. But, he reasures himself, I don't have her black eyes, I have fathers gray ones.
Taking his hand away from his nose, Sirius places his index finger just under his eyebrow and his thumb under his bottom lashs. He pulls up and down respectivly to wided his eye.
He has no photos to reasure him that his father was once human, but Sirius thinks he can't always have been so evil. Looking into his own gray irace he hopes his father had once had simaler eyes and he also hopes he never has the panicly, bloodshot eyes of his dear old dad.
Removing his fingers from his eye, Sirius traces the out line of his lips with his middle finger. Then he smiles. He notices the dimples in his cheeks and how he doesn't know where they come from because he's never seen either of his parnets really smile. Which is really a pity. He thinks, because it'd be nice to see them that happy about something other then others misfortunes.
Grabing at his bottom lip Sirius flips it down and holds it. Looking at his white teeth he thinks they look like his mothers. Before they got rotted of tobacco and poor keeping. He reminds himself. He trys to remember the last time he flosed. He can't, so he reminds himself to do so after dinner tonight. But he knows he'll forget.
Letting go of his lip he notices how pale he is. It comes from his father, he's sure of it. His mothers skin has always been tan. An olive color his brillent brother inherited. His perfict Slitherin bound brother.
Glaring at his own refection Sirius is startled to find he looks like his mother when she wants to scream and rant but can't because her mother-in-law or another equaly as 'infunechle' person is within ear shot.
He quickly stops glaring and makes a grab at the black hair every Black has. Sirius has always wanted brown hair like say Peters, or Remus'. He feel like a fish out of water with this thick, colorless black hair. Sirius sighs to himself pulling up a lank of unwashed hair and watchs as it falls gracefuly back into place.
Something James has mentioned envying seviral different times, he reminds himself.
Walking away from the mirror Sirius is glad James is willing to be his friend even if he's a Black. Even if his fathers evil, and his mother mad. He's glad for Remus and Peter. And he's glad he has something to make him foreget about home, about his future.
And while sitting down on his bed Sirius is thankful for the friends he has. Without them, he thinks, I'd be well on my way to mad.