Re: Cassandra & Sirius
Sirius had to actively resist the urge to push her away and run screaming from the room. She seemed like she was looking right through him, seeing him. Seeing through all his carefully crafted personas and jokes to the bitter, black, ugly heart of him. That was a place that no one, no one was allowed to see. Not James, not Remus, no one. Then she mentioned blood, and he jerked back. What did she mean? His blood? Someone else's? The blood he shed in the war, or the countless times his mother... The word carved in his chest, marking him forever as... He thought he might throw up.
Then she was back, and asking about birthdays, and Sirius was trying very very hard not to freak out. But his smile stayed steady. He knew how to lie with his body language. It was a lesson he had learned very early.
"Birthday? That's easy. Sixth year, James, Remus, Peter and I turned the whole Gryffindor commonnroom into a swimming pool. We got the entire house, plus nearly every other house, in there. It was amazing. Best party I've ever been to, hands down." His voice was steady, thank fuck.