Lucius/Sirius - 53 words
Lucius smiled as he traced his hand down His Black.
The hair was soft and smelled of rain and summer.
His Black, he thought, was the best Black.
Cunning and thoughtful. Cheerful and wicked.
His Black could make your heart sing or bleed.
His Sirius was that of the noble house of black.
AN - So here is number 5. I wish I was less forgetful... I kinda have had this on my pc and thought I had posted it...I though I was two days behind not three. So so sorry.