|Mssr Padfoot (brightstarblack) wrote in pandemansion,|
@ 2008-07-03 11:44:00
|Entry tags:||sirius black, story|
April 16th, Sirius Black and OTA
Who?: Sirius Black and OTA
What?: Opening his gifts, since he does love Christmas
When?: Early morning, like 5AM
Where?: In the Foyer
Status? In progress
Sirius woke up shivering underneath his covers, his breath fogging the cold air around him every time he exhaled. “What the hell?” He murmured, running his hands over his face and shivering once again. Slipping out of bed, he rolled his eyes after he yelped when his feet touched the floor.
“Jesus…” He murmured, carefully making his way to his bathroom. After he used the facilities, he dressed in several thick layers. “No bloody reason to get a cold.” He shook his head, and pocketed his key, map and wand. Opening up his door he slipped out, shoving his hands down into the pockets of his jeans and trotted off. There really wasn’t anywhere Sirius wanted to go, except maybe down to the kitchen to see if they had any Butterbeer. He knew that would warm his insides nicely.
Going down to the kitchen, he paused when he saw the large Christmas tree in the foyer near the frozen over fountain. A smile pulled up the corners of his lips. He loved Christmas. Going over to the tree he noticed the mound of gifts, and canted his head to the side as he saw his name printed on one of the tags. His brows furrowed for a moment, and kneeling down he grabbed up the first one he saw.
Paper flew until he had the plain brown box bare. He chuckled softly, opening it on up. “Brilliant!” He exclaimed, pulling the soft leather jacket from the box. It was almost exactly like his back at his flat, and quickly he pulled it on. It fit perfectly. “What else do we have here?” Sirius smirked, leaning forward and going through the gifts to see if anymore were for him.