Who: Sirius & Hestia Where: The ever popular basement When: After Sirius's post What: Sirius needs to blow off steam Rating: PG for now
To say the least, today was not a good day. Nor had it been a good week. The only highlight was that James Potter and Lily Evans went to the party together. And Septima had been a gorgeous date, Sirius had enjoyed that. Quickly after he'd been sick, and following that he'd been informed his brother and cousin were very sick. The worst part? Sirius couldn't even admit he was upset about it, because they weren't supposed to talk. Andromeda was the only girl (aside from maybe Lily) in his life that could actually talk to him, and sometimes knock some sense into him. Regulus was his brother, his blood, his family. Usually that word meant nothing to Sirius, but it was different these days. But again, they spoke in secrets. On top of all this, Sirius was still worried he was losing both Torin and Marlene.
Boy was having a pretty bad streak.
When Hestia agreed to meet him, Sirius all but ran to the basement. Of course he wanted to shag her, who didn't? Sirius didn't really expect it to happen, though he hoped and prayed. It would just be nice and relaxing to get away from the journals, Gryffindor, everyone, and everything. If nothing arose within the next few hours, Sirius was tempted to just shapeshift and see Regulus. Even if that meant he couldn't actually speak to his brother, or there was always the possibility of getting caught. Not that getting caught mattered to Sirius, he had always been the rebel. Even now, with his group of like-minded mates, Sirius was always the most dangerous one. The most foolish, most daring, and most headless. There wasn't much the boy wouldn't do.
Today, Sirius brought his blanket, but he had been practicing some magic. With a flick of his wand and a few words, the blanket transformed into a king size bed. It wouldn't last longer than three hours, but Sirius was grateful for even three minutes away. Placing his wand back in his pocket, Sirius jogged over to the bed and lept it, slamming his body against the mattress. Ah, the carefree air that Sirius Black radiated was slowly coming back. Looking up, Sirius put his hands behind his head and waited for Hestia.