Who: Sirius Black I & Narcissa Black When: September 5th, Late Evening Where: Hogwart's Courtyard What: Some light reading and an owl. Rating/Warnings: PG-13 Status: Complete
As a general rule, animals didn't like the eldest Sirius Black. He gave off that smell. That smell that Remus Lupin gave off. That smell that lingered around monsters. The one that lingered around wolves. Werewolves, to be precise. Sure, humans couldn't smell it, but animals could, other werewolves could-- and, Sirius suspected, vampires could. Not that it mattered, it wasn't like there were vampires inside the school.
So, it was surprising to him as he sat in the courtyard that Saturday evening, in the grass beneath a great oak, that an owl came to perch near him and stared down. It gave a hoot, drawing the seventeen year-old's attention and bringing dark blue eyes up to the branch. Hoooo! came the noise again and Sirius slowly closed his book to give the creature his full attention.
Hooo! the bird demanded again, and the werewolf finally smiled.
"Good evening." He would announce to the bird-- though, to any passerby, it would certainly seem as if the young man sitting in the courtyard were talking to them.