RP: Hitwizard Who: Sirius Black Where: Ministry of Magic/Garden Court When: January 6 Rating/Warnings: Summary: Sirius goes to work
The robes were a pain, Sirius had already decided. He disliked the way they clung to him and the high collars. But compared to the other things he'd been doing since he had started with the Hit-wizard division the robes were the least of his troubles. Why did he need all these classes and training to send hexes at people? And why were a great deal of the hexes he knew and loved not part of the curriculum?
He had a sneaking suspicion that they were simply putting him through his paces because they could, which was annoying. But he decided it was better than sitting around with nothing at all to do. And it had been such a long time since he'd gotten to do any sparring - and he wouldn't admit it to anyone in the department but he loved it, even if it meant going back to Garden Court bruised and sore. It was well worth it, getting to do the things he loved, and seeing all those seasoned Hitwizards end up on their back with a few well placed spells was more than satisfying.
At the end of the day he was glad to be going back to Garden Court, at least no one there was going to insist that he run laps, or go over field rules, or suggest yet another round of sparring. "God, I hate training." He grumbled, pulling at the buttons of his robes.