His expression was sad, but also worried and I couldn't really understand why. I looked at him, breathing rather heavily. His green eyes stood gentle and he carefully took a step forward. I didn't move. I didn't speak. I just looked at him. He seemed like he did want to speak. I could see him searching for words, but just like with me, no sound left his mouth. Eventually he sighed and closed his arms around me. This was the third time I got hugged, completely to my surprise, but no hug before had felt this good. This safe. I hugged him back and buried my face in his neck. I closed my eyes. He sighed again.
'Damm it,' I muttered. Did Lupin just curse? 'Can you please stop doing that?' he muttered. I let him go and looked at him, surprised.
'Do what?' I asked, still wondering.
'Blow me off my feet,' he admitted softly. I laughed and looked at him with my head tilted to the side.
'Sorry, I can't, it's sort of a habit,' I grinned. He laughed as well and shook his head. 'So...,' I said and leaned against the railing 'will you finally let me take you out on a date.' He suddenly looked a lot more cheery than he had five minutes before. I kind of did like to see him worry, but not for any other reason than that it meant he cared about me.
'Fine, fine,' he said, trying to look falsely resentful. I smiled. 'Tomorrow at the chocolate waffle bar in town. Three 'o clock,' he told me. I frowned, a bit surprised at this specific choice, but nodded anyways.
'Alright,' I said. 'See you then, Lupin.' He made a face at hearing his surname and I smirked.
'See you then, Black,' he teased. He was about to turn away, but turned back almost immediately. 'Oh and Sirius, you're not evil because you are a Slytherin, your house doesn't define you. Just because everyone says Slytherins are bad news, doesn't mean you are,' he said, 'I don't believe you are.' He left me with those words. The cheery feeling our date planning had left, disappearing. He had no idea. I swallowed and then slowly walked back to my apartment. I sat down on my bed and stared in front of me. After a while I carefully rolled up my sleeve. I looked on the mark burned into my skin and carefully touched my wrist, not to call him, but to feel the strange, moving tattoo. It would burn if we were called, he had told us that, but it hadn't happened yet. Though I feared for it. I quickly pulled the sleeve down to hide the mark. This was what was right. This was what my family wanted. This was what I wanted, if I acted like it. I got up and busied myself with unpacking. Eventually, I fell asleep on my bed around three am between a stack of boxes, with my clothes still on.
When I woke up I had to wipe the drool off my chin and untangle myself from my clothes and sheets. Charming, Sirius. I got up sleepily and walked over to the shower, dumping my clothes from yesterday in a corner. I would need to clean everything, but that, I would do another time. I stepped under the hot shower and closed my eyes. Slowly the sleep drained out of me and memories of yesterday came back to me. Mid-shampooing my hair, I froze. I opened the the shower curtain and peered around the doorway into the living room. A relieved sigh left my mouth when I saw it was just past twelve. I still had enough time. However, when the fear of being too late had passed and I went back to washing my hair, a feeling of nervous nausea came over me. I tried to steer my thoughts away from the date. I was Sirius Black and I was cool. I got a hand through my hair and washed out the soap. I caught myself humming a song and grinned slightly. I was home alone now, no one would hear me. That was certainly a pro of living on my own. I opened my mouth and the first awful sounds of the even more awful song rang through the small bathroom.
'I'm too sexy for my shirt! Too sexy for my shirt! So sexy it hurts,' I sang at the top of my voice. I shook my hips while starting to wash my body. 'And I'm too sexy for Milan! Too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan! I'm too sexy for your party! Too sexy for your party! No way I'm disco dancing!' I continued singing as I got out of the shower and put on some underwear. I still had a few hours to get ready and to make myself look so extremely hot he would drool all over me. I looked at my own handsome face in the mirror and as I blow dried my hair my voice was still audible above the loud sounds. 'I'm a model, you know what I mean and I do my little turn on the catwalk! Yeah, on the catwalk. On the catwalk, yeah! I shake my little tush on the catwalk!' I sang while shaking my butt left and right and dancing and jumping on the spot. Singing loudly, I skipped towards the kitchen and cleaned some boxes out of the way. I then realized once more that I still had to get groceries. I ignored the fact that my small apartment was a mess and put on some black pants and a shirt with some screaming muggle song lyrics. I didn't bother to put on a jacket, since the sun was shining brightly. When I walked out of my apartment the last words "And I'm too sexy for this song" left my mouth as I slammed the door closed with a big smile on my face.
Thirty minutes later I was sitting at my small table with some scrambled eggs and toast. My hair was looking rather messy and my nail polish was chipped, but I still had an hour to get ready. When I finished my breakfast I took my time to style my hair and put on a bit more eye pencil than I wore usually. I painted my nails black, as usual and waited for them to dry while leaning on the window seal and staring over London. I tried to clean my apartment for a bit, but I was too excited to do anything but pace around. After a while I just decided to leave, even though I would be nearly twenty minutes early.
Ignore the fact that this song wasn't out in the Marauders time, but I just had to write it in this story somewhere, because it's so Sirius.