InsaneJournal

Characters: Kira Fenwick & Sirius Black
Setting: Outside by the lake, early evening, 10 October
Content: SFW
Summary: Padfoot is playing outside. He notices Kira, who has a fear of dogs. Shenanigans ensue.


“Piss off.”

Those words weren't exactly ones Sirius didn't hear very often. In fact, he often heard them several times per day, sometimes in jest, sometimes not. But this time, they came from the quill of his best mate, and he was not joking at all. The feeling he got when he read James' last reply was akin to getting the wind knocked out of him. Sirius was fairly certain he had never actually been in a proper fight with James before. Typically, it was the Marauders against the world, except the portion of the world that worshiped them. But now, there was a giant rift between James and Sirius, the most inseparable of the bunch—a giant rift named “Lily Evans”.

Sirius was completely sick of thinking about it. At this point, the thought of his best mate snogging that bitch made him vaguely nauseous, let alone the sight. He knew that right now, she was probably calming him down, trying to talk James into apologising to him or something, in her stupidly perfect way. The idea made him even angrier.

He surveyed the contents of the dorm. They were completely out of firewhiskey, and nearly out of cigarettes. That meant he had to try to find another way to make himself feel better. Shagging someone was a possibility, but then he glanced out the window at the rain and caught a glimpse of the forest through the downpour. A better idea came to mind.

At once, Sirius turned and half-ran out the dormitory and down the steps, through the common room, and towards the Entrance Hall. He didn't bother to put on any sort of cloak or jacket: he wasn't going to need them. He maintained his pace through the whole castle, and once he slipped out of the great wooden doors, he headed immediately for a rather large ornamental shrubbery.

Out of the shrubbery emerged Padfoot. Gladly, Sirius let his own consciousness slip away and Padfoot take control. It meant that for a while, his greatest concerns were going to be running and chasing bunnies and the like. Wonderful, simple things. Padfoot was a water dog, too: a fantastic swimmer and a natural in the mud. He knew nothing of the discord in his pack, he knew only that he was outside and outside was good.

After a while of chasing various woodland creatures, Padfoot caught a hint of a scent through the rain. A person. A girl person. Padfoot was a social dog at heart, and while rabbits were fun and all, he absolutely loved people. People would pet him, and laugh at him, and throw him sticks, and tell him he was a good dog, and at this moment, Sirius needed that nearly as much as Padfoot did.

Because Sirius wasn't particularly paying attention, he didn't realise just who was in front of him. Padfoot only saw a person, and so he continued forward, stopping about fifty feet from them to give a greeting bark. After a second, he raised his backside and lowered his front, wagging his tail—the universal sign of a dog who wants to play.