Sirius eyed the girl, humor on his face. Yes, she was a peculiar one but who was to say what was normal? Besides, Sirius wasn’t really care for normal. It was the odd in life that was the most thrilling, especially when it riled his mum up and made that vein in her head throb. Sirius was very fond of the vein, it meant he wasn’t like the rest of them. Bloody nutters. “No,” Sirius stated, plainly, shaking his head. “But I’ve heard all about Hogwarts. Bloody brilliant place it sounds like. We can do magic all the time, won’t that be brill?” Sirius sure thought it would be. However, it was the freedom he was most excited to have. No mum sticking her large nose in his business or dad breathing down his neck to be more refined. Please, Sirius was refined. Okay, perhaps not in the obvious way but in the non-descriptive way he was!
“Blossom,” Sirius repeated, looking into the cat’s eyes as he held her up to his face. “Yea, that fits.” Because Sirius’s opinion clearly mattered on the subject of the name. “How long have you had her?” Sirius’s parents never allowed him a pet but it really was for the best. The pet wouldn’t last a single night in the care of Sirius Black. He would play with it for a few hours, grow restless and then forget all about the thing. Only to remember a week later when it was far too late to save it. Too bad, there wasn’t a foolproof pet that did not need constant attention. Sirius was all for that!
Ravenclaw, yeah? Sirius could see that. Hestia seemed the type to want to be in the house. There was no way Sirius was making it in that house because instead of reading books, he would rather launch them around. He did not think the house of knowledge would appreciate it too much. “Well, the thing is my whole family has been in Slytherin. I know you can recoil right about now….” Sirius trailed off, running a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. “But - you can keep a secret, yeah?” Sirius waited for a little longer this time for her to answer before he started talking again. “I don’t - really want to be in Slytherin. Bit mad, isn’t it? At least the people I know who have been there are…not all there if you know what I mean…I’d much rather be in…well Gryffindor.” A smile tugged at the edges of his lips. “I think I’m brave, chivalrous, all the other rot I’ve heard. It’s just far better than Slytherin, I say.” He paused, thinking. “I’d never make it in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff is daffy. It’s the only option, really.”
Sirius didn’t miss her pulling a book out, was he really that boring? Sure, he wasn’t in full entertainer mode but he didn’t think he was dull enough to warrant a book. What a low blow to his ego. “I see,” Sirius replied, leaning his head against the cushion. “It’s all boring, trust me.” Sirius knew all there was to know about the Purebloods and it was nothing to write home about. However, his head snapped up when she confirmed she was a muggleborn. “I thought as much. You don’t have that nose-stuck in the air thing and you…looked a little lost…most muggleborns look like that.” It was kind of a judgmental thing to say but Sirius grew up that way. It was a difficult habit to break after all these years of drilling.