Hello, I'm Sirius Black

Sirius Black, Marauder, Gryffindor. Eldest in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Though I doubt they'll want to include me much longer.

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Pranks || Remus and Sirius

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Remus had to resist a “Mhmm," at Sirius and his talk of Marlene. He was rather curious about how this was going to develop, though. Marlene wasn’t the normal kind of girl that Sirius went for, but that was probably a good thing. Remus thought she was cool and nice, too, and she was one of the few girls who would be able to handle Sirius. He made a mental note to keep an eye on the two of them. 

He nodded when Sirius told him more about the party. “Yeah, that should be plenty of time. We can start spreading the word now, get Prongs and Wormtail to help us in that respect. Are you thinking it would be contained enough for the common room, or would the Room of Requirement be better?" Remus personally thought that the Room of Requirement would be a better bet, but at the same time, it was harder to smuggle people in an out of there. There were pros and cons of each location, however. “We could always have it outside too, but that would require more prep." 

"Yeah sure, I don’t mind if they know," Remus answered. He didn’t like keeping things from his fellow Marauders anyway, and really had no idea why he had for this long. He supposed it just slipped his mind when the lake went back to its normal color and no longer was relevant. He sputtered a bit, and his eyes went wide. “Really?" he asked. He had no idea that the Prewetts had said anything in particular about his prank. Obviously it would be hard for them to not notice that the entire lake changed color, but still. “Yeah, if you want. Merlin," he chuckled a bit. Remus didn’t pull pranks on his own very often, preferring to let the other Marauders help, but he was very glad that this one had been so successful.

"Tonight sounds fine," he agreed. Remus was caught up on school work (a little bit ahead, even, thankfully) so he could afford to take the night off. He rolled his eyes though, at the mention of MoonStar. The things the obsessive girls came up with left him baffled most of the time. He laughed with Sirius. “It has been a while, admittedly. Summer break gets in the way." Part of Remus wanted to ask how Sirius’s summer went, but he knew that if he did, the lighthearted mood would be ruined. “I’m sure the fan clubs will have a field day - a MoonStar outing, a prank, and a party. Hopefully they won’t spontaneously combust from it all," he joked.

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"I was planning on having it outside, so all the houses could attend. Don't really want the Room of Requirement to become too known, y'know? Even though parties there are insane." Sirius laughed, fondly remembering his first Room of Requirement party. They were usually fairly small, seeing as how everyone knowing about the room would cause it to loose it's usefulness, but they were ragers. Night of, an entrance to the Hog's Head for food would open, night after, you would wake up on a pile of cushions with a book on hangover cures next to you.

"Prongs already knows I wanted a party, so I'll just leave a note for him and Wormtail." Sirius flicked his wand at his trunk and an inked quill and scrap of parchment flew out, scrawling a quick letter. He magicked it onto James' bed and shoved his wand in his pocket.

Remus' remark about fangirls had Sirius laughing, though he was somewhat put off by the fact it wasn't completely a joke. They were like a boyband to some girls here, though without talent and twice the good looks. Mostly thanks to him. "I hope they can live through it. Don't want o disturb their studying." Sirius put on face of exaggerated concern for a moment, before laughing at his own joke. "But really, mate, I missed you this summer. Have a good one?" He knew the answer already; neither of them ever had good summers. It wasn't something they often talked about, the marauders usually maintained a happy air, not because they thought they should ignore their problems, but because they needed somewhere happy to go to.

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Pranks || Remus and Sirius

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He scrunched up his nose when Sirius ruffled his hair. “You and Marlene, eh?” Remus asked, a knowing lilt to his voice. He knew of Sirius’s many womanizing efforts of course, but he hadn’t heard Sirius talk of Marlene in this manner before. He made an effort to fix his hair as Sirius got up, but had a sinking feeling that he was just making it worse. So he shook his head, letting it fall however it wanted to. He couldn’t help but be a bit curious though, as to what was up with this impromptu party planning. “When’s this party going to be, anyway?” he asked, picking at a loose thread in his sheets. As a prefect, he shouldn’t approve of parties anymore, but as a Marauder, he found them fun (most of the time), so he decided he just wouldn’t object or encourage either way.

“You were?” Remus asked with a slight frown. He hadn’t realized anyone else in the dorm was awake. He knew for a fact that Peter had been fast asleep - his snoring gave him away. James had had his curtains drawn which was a telltale sign of sleeping for him, and Sirius’s curtains were drawn, so Remus had just assumed… But he supposed he shouldn’t assume, as that never really ended up well for anyone. It didn’t matter much because it was just Sirius. So Remus let the smirk take over his face. He was rather pleased with the way that prank had gone. 

He walked over and took the offered cup of water-turned-pumpkin juice, and took a dubious sip. When it tasted fine and everything, he smiled. “Brilliant, Padfoot,” he praised. He thought about the logistics of the pranks. “I don’t think it’ll be particularly harmful for the fish either to be completely honest. And it’ll only be temporary anyway, right?” Sirius had said something about it lasting until the aforementioned party on Friday. Surely the fish would be okay between now and then. “When do you want to implement said prank, by the way? Are we going to have Prongs or Wormy help?”

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Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus's knowing voice. "It's not like that, mate. Marlene is cool, y'know? I actually like talking to her." Not like the girls who's skirts he did get under, who only told pointless stories of clothes, make up or tiffs with their daft friends. Then kind Sirius would undoubtedly flirt with at the party, and undoubtedly have hooked up with by the end. Sometimes it was tiring to deal with. "I was thinking this Friday, maybe Saturday. First weekend back, we've gotta do something exciting. Two days is more than enough time, if we get the word out tonight. You know how quickly news spreads at Hogwarts."

A grin grew on Sirius's face at Remus's apparent surprise. He would've expected Remus to be a bit more conscientious, but there was no harm done. If any of the boys in their dorm had found out, they would congratulate Remus on a good prank rather than turn him in. "So, can I tell James and Peter? And the Prewett's, they were pretty impressed." That was the highest form of flattery for a prank, if the infamous Prewett brother's approved, and Sirius could tell by his friend's reluctant smirk that he was proud of his work.

"Told you it'd be good," Sirius bragged, though he was quite pleased Remus approved. "I was thinking we could do it tonight after curfew, so no one can see us. Sans Prongs and Wormy, the spell is powerful enough that we only need two people. Besides, MoonStar hasn't gone out alone in a while." Sirius laughed his barking laughter and slug an arm around Remus. Though he rarely said it aloud, during the summer he missed simply joking around with his friends.

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Party Prep / Marlene and Sirius

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“I don’t know Sirius.” Marlene admitted, “I mean, Regulus does have Andy too y’know. She’s quite good.” Marlene didn’t want to admit that she thought Regulus was already too far gone. That she thought he was already bad enough, that he already had dangerous thoughts in his head— that there was no point. Why on earth should Sirius have to stay there in that poisonous place? “I just don’t want you to become like them.” Marlene said, looking away for a moment. “You’re so important to James and everyone else, it’d just be a shame that’s all.” 

“But lucky for you I make a killer tart, so that should hold you over.” She looked back at him and smiled, attempting to lighten the mood. His eyes were always so dark and intimidating, she couldn’t help but be taken aback. Those were Black family eyes, that was for sure. Sirius always had more of a warmth to them though. That’s how Marlene knew she could trust Sirius. Not fully of course, but more so than the rest of the Black family.

“Don’t do that!” Marlene insisted, seeing Sirius take out his cigarette. “Are you daft? Albert doesn’t care about his furniture! Episky” Marlene quickly flicked her wand around the wound. “Stupid Sirius Black.” She muttered, rolling her eyes. She was still able enough to preform spells it seemed, but if she consumed anymore alcohol she’d be a lost cause. So she set the bottle a bit farther away from her- hoping that would somehow hinder her drinking a bit more.

“I don’t hate you.” Marlene admitted, furrowing her brows. “I hate the things you do that’s for sure. Sleeping with girls, breaking their hearts, making stupid decisions, sneaking out of the dorm at least once a month. Don’t get me wrong I’m  not fond of the curfew rule either but really Black that’s getting a little overboard.” Marlene couldn’t help but list off the things that Sirius did that she despised, that she hated. Treating girls like they’re nothing, not giving a shit about anyone but himself. Marlene had to stop herself after she realized she was getting a little too carried away. “Hate you? Never, I don’t hate anyone. Even those Slytherin bastards.” Marlene admitted, “I just strongly dislike them.” She laughed a bit.

“Now you opened up a bit about yourself, let me say something about me.” Marlene smiled, “Let’s see. I live with my mom and our dog, Hemingway. My father was a Muggle, my mother hid magic from him. He was a very nice man, I remember when he would come home from work he would always bring be treats. Chocolates, cotton candy. I was young but I clearly remember him smiling a lot— he adored my mother he really did. At around 3 my powers came in, I was very young. Early bloomer I guess. My father freaked out, had no idea what was going on, and finally my mother had to tell him the truth. He didn’t take it very well and I haven’t seen him since.” Marlene reached over at the bottle and took a swig before laughing. “That’s my sad little story.” she smiled. “Don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want them thinking i’m a softy or anything. I’m definitely not. I don’t care about it that much, never really knew the guy.”

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Sirius was slightly disappointed in Marlene's words, but he supposed it was to be expected. She didn't have any siblings, as far as he's heard, so she couldn't fully grasp the duty one would have to their sibling. He decided not to negate her reasoning, it could potentially start a fight, and Sirius had never had this much contact with Marlene without fighting.

"Thanks. My mum's never been much of a baker," he said, uncharacteristically keeping the peace. It didn't last long, however for as soon as Marlene healed him, he yanked his hand away. "Could've done that myself. I might be a bit drunk, but I can handle basic wand work." Thinking back, that might've been a bit stupid of him. He could've magicked it out, or simply dropped it in the nearly empty bottle of firewhiskey. Upon realizing his bottle was empty, Sirius began to go get another; he wasn't nearly drunk enough. However, he didn't want to get wasted in front of Marlene (though he had been at every party the castle had had since third year.) and he was burning himself. Nevertheless, he got the bottle and compromised by sipping the liquor.

Sipping his new bottle, Sirius listened as Marlene criticized him to prove how much she didn't hate him. It seemed a bit strange to him, but maybe that was just how Gryffindor girls dealt with guys. Lily would sling insults at James whenever he asked her out, so this could be Marlene's equivalent. Granted, Sirius thought, I don't have a thing for McKinnon. She went on, and Sirius couldn't help but agree with a few things. He was a bit of a slag, and didn't think things through, though luckily Marlene had been assisting him with that today. He let out a bark of laughter and interjected, "Once a week is more like it, McKinnon. I get hungry late at night." when she said he snuck out at least once a month.

All jokes aside, when she said she could never hate him, Sirius felt a rush relief. He wasn't sure why Marlene's opinion mattered to him, the marauder's drunken state made the reasons indiscernible. But he could tell it mattered, more than most girls he talked to. More than any actually. Or maybe the firewhiskey was making him sappy.

If that was the case, he did not need to be told sad backstories. But he didn't stop Marlene, if she wanted to share, more power to her. Besides, that she would trust him with something that clearly hurt her- no matter how much she didn't want to show it- was... nice. The story was definitely not nice, it was horrible, disgusting. How could someone leave their child? Anger, intensified by the drinking, coursed through Sirius.

"I know you're not a softy, Marlene. No one will, no matter what kind of coward your father was." Sirius wondered if Marlene would take offense at his insult to her dad. He wouldn't if he was in that situation, but she seemed to remember her father in a positive light, or at least didn't have any hatred for him. That she chose to show, anyway. "But I won't tell anyone. Not even the marauders. At least you can't criticize me for being a gossip." Sirius gave a quiet laugh, unsure of what to say next. Personal issues were usually left alone by most of his friends, and when issues did come out, the protocol was simple. Empathize, talk shit, and get drunk. They were already drinking, but Sirius felt continuing wouldn't help much. He didn't want to end up in a pity make out session with one of the few girls he considered a real friend.

"We've had enough sad backstories for one night, though. And maybe," He added, reaching towards Marlene's bottle, "It's time to call it a night on drinking. Y'know, just as a precaution." Sirius knew that as hypocritical of him, as he was already halfway through his second bottle, sipping be damned. "Have any childhood stories that aren't sad? I remember one time when my parents stuck me and Reg with my Uncle Alphard for a week. He's one of the few family members I don't hate, and he has a big black dog that I loved to play with. Best week of my life before I came to Hogwarts and met James. Alphard isn't a pureblood supremacist either, but he hides it much better than I do. I think he isn't fully sold on the idea of equality, but he's better than the rest. He brought us to a Muggle theater, with a big moving picture that told a story. It's called a movie. It was about a little boy who lived in a jungle with animals and a bear. I didn't really enjoy the plot, the boy seemed daft, but the experience was wonderful. Moving pictures, singing, Muggle culture. I realized Muggles knew things we didn't, and that we weren't the all knowing gods my parents said we were. I already knew they were wrong, but Jesus, I didn't realize how wrong." Sirius paused, noticing he was getting a bit preachy. He had tried to start a happy conversation, but here he was, bringing up politics and parents.

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//I was replying to blackinnon, then I started to quote Shakespeare, so I figured it was time to go to bed

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When Sirius pretended to be a Grindylow and grabbed Marlene’s ankles, dragging her underwater, she naturally responded by Levicorpus-ing him into the air.

She claimed it was a knee-jerk defense. He insisted it was on purpose.

Taken by James Potter.

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Talks // Regulus and Sirius

Sirius had been worried about Regulus for ages. Ever since he would clips out the bits from the newspaper involving "Voldemort" and his "Death Eaters" Sirius knew something was up- Something worse than he had anticipated. He knew he'd probably never be able to convince Regulus to see Muggles as equal, hell, if it hadn't been for Arthur, Sirius might have had a few lingering doubts. But he had to at least try to change his mind. What kind of brother would he be if he didn't try to save Regulus from their poisonous family?

So, bright and early (well, noon, but that was early for Sirius.) the Gryffindor went off with the marauder's map and a thermos of coffee (with a bit of Irish cream.) to find his younger brother. He had scanned the Slytherin dorms, the dungeons, the Great Hall, but Reg was nowhere to be seen. He thought he might grab some lunch with Moony, who he could usually find in the library this time of day, when he saw the small, black dot that represented his brother a few shelves away from Remus, alone. It felt as if a lead ball had dropped into the marauder's stomach.

No matter how much he had wanted to confront Regulus, when the reality had set in, Sirius was nervous. He was rarely nervous, and when he was, it was usually the quick paced, adrenaline fulled kind of nervous that got him out of trouble, or, more likely, into more. These nerves were deep and fearful and made his insides feel heavy. But he had to.

Sirius entered the library and walked to where he had seen Regulus's dot on the map. Thankfully, he was still alone, though intent on his studies. Sirius figured his brother wouldn't like to be interrupted, especially by him, but he was already here. He took the seat across from Reg and said, "Reg, we need to talk. It's important."

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The wild ones.<3

  guess who finished this:3

because marauders are obviously the best characters. peter doesn’t count Now we reached the point where I wonder why is that all my favourite characters are DEAD.

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11. the magic begins ϟ a character death you wish didn’t happen ↪ Sirius Black 

the ones that love us never really leave us.

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Party Prep / Marlene and Sirius

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Marlene listened intently to Sirius for a while, browsing over his messy hair and his scruff. He seemed effortlessly cool, that’s what must bring in all the girls. There was also this ‘bad boy’ way about him that made him appealing. Even Marlene had to admit that he seemed like a good snog. She wouldn’t though, because Marlene wasn’t one of those girls. The stupid ones that fall so easily for some dumb boy. Marlene Mckinnon didn’t need anyone but herself. It had always been that way and would remain that way.

She wrapped her arms around her knees as she sat in Alberts chair (making sure to kick off her shoes and socks prior to doing so), “I like stories.” She told Sirius, “I think they’re interesting, story telling— that’s my favourite thing.” Marlene laughed. “Believe me, I don’t mind, even if it’s bad that doesn’t mean it’s not worth listening to.

She took occasional swigs of fire whiskey. “As for where you’re going to stay, you could always stay with Potter— I don’t know if you’ve thought about that. We also have a spare room at my house, but if you’re looking for long term arrangement, Potter is a safer bet. He’s you’re best friend after all, he knows you better than anyone. It’s obvious that you’re nothing like those scum you have to live with at home, so why do you still do it? Just go, you’ve got tons of people here to protect you.” Marlene assured him.

For once, she felt somewhat sorry for Sirius. She had never really felt that way before. She had always assumed that he was just some selfish git who couldn’t keep his mind out of a girl’s pants. She knew he had troubles with his family, but she hadn’t reallyabsorbed the severity of it until now. “You’ll be alright.” she assured him, letting her protectiveness take over. “My mother is writing a magical cookbook right now, I’ve inherited her cooking skills. Maybe I’ll have her send you something. That’ll lift your spirits!” Marlene smiled, patting his arm. She took another sip of firewhiskey and laughed a tad. “Look at us, we’re sitting in the alchemy office drinking, Lily is probably wondering where I am. Poor girl. Oh well, I’ll explain later. I’ve never really talked to you before serious so this is kind of fun.” she let her eyes scan over him and addressed the strange feeling in her stomach as too much firewhiskey. 

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Sirius lit a cigarette and took a long drag, a look of pain on his face. He'd love to talk Marlene's suggestion and run away from it all, but he couldn't. And, as far as he knew, she was an only child, so she couldn't really understand his obligation to Regulus. "I know I could always stay with James," He replied, eying his bottle of firewhiskey, which was half empty. He took another long gulp, then another drag from his cigarette. Careful not to blow smoke at Marlene, he continued. "But I can't leave Reg alone, y'know?" He stumbled over the last, word, the effects of the alcohol starting to set in. 

"Reg might be kinda bad, but I care about him. He's my little brother, and I can't leave him alone in that hell hole. He's good on the inside, I'm sure of it." A heavy silence filled the room, in which Sirius took another drag from his cigarette. He really needed to steady his nerves, Marlene was not the person he wanted to have a drunken break down in front of.

Marlene filled the silence with three simple, but somehow very comforting, words. "Thanks, Mar," he said softly. "You're right. I only have three more years, and most of it'll be spent here. I'll be fine." Sirius hoped his words would ring true, but there was doubt. He may be fine, but Regulus might not be. Of course, food could make anyone feel better. "That'd be great, McKinnon. A good treacle tart can solve any problem." He laughed with her, she had an infectious laugh.

Sirius could tell Marlene was loosening up a bit, as was he. He had drunk a slightly larger amount than her, and they were both drinking on nearly empty stomachs, they were bound to get pretty tipsy. "Getting drunk in the alchemy office is more like it." Another drag on the cigarette, then he smashed in into his palm with a slight wince. "Can't ruin Albert's nice furniture, can I?" He explained. Putting the cigarette into a pocket, he answered her slightly confusing statement. He sometimes had difficultly telling if people meant "Serious" or "Sirius", primarily when he was drunk. "It's nice. I always figured you hated me a bit, but I guess not. you don't hate me, do you?"

Whether or not Marlene hated him or fancied him was a important topic of conversation for the marauders. They even had a bet: James bet she hated him, Peter bet she fancied him, and Remus bet she hated how much she fancied him. Sirius refused to bet, but hoped James would loose. Granted, he usually hoped James lost bets- much more entertaining than when Remus or Peter lost. Sometimes hings ended up on fire.

"James reckons you do, but James also reckons he could get Lily to go out with him. So it's a bit of a toss up."

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Party Prep / Marlene and Sirius

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“Oh so you don’t know?” Marlene turned to face him, a wide smile on her face, “About Albert and I— no it’s not like that.“ Marlene corrected, trying to avoid an innuendo. “Albert and my mother, Paulina, went to Hogwarts together. He was a 5th year when my mother was a first year and just like every other girl at the time she was madly in love with him. Now naturally, her being a first year and him being a fifth year, it didn’t work out. She followed him around the school though, became like a little sister to him. She convinced him to marry Mrs. Cindy, he comes over and visits my Mother and I every Christmas.” Marlene sat down on one of Albert’s plush leather chairs and pulled her knees to her chest. 

“When I was little, My mother and I would go to his house for Easter. We go to his house for a lot of holidays actually. Over the summer we go to his house for a while and he always slips me drinks under the table because he knows I’d rather be out with my friends. Never too much of course.” Marlene shrugged, “As for this, well he usually doesn’t mind. He knows what it’s for. He really has that whole, “Live while you’re young” attitude, so it’s not too bad. As long as we don’t get caught or tell anyone where we got it. He’s the Alchemy Professor and it’s an optional course. It’s only available if enough people request it. Luckily since he’s so great he always has a job. Other than that he would go retire in France with Cindy.”

Marlene stood up, “I think we should have a Christmas party too, at my house. It’s just my mum, the dog, and I. Shouldn’t be too bad.” Marlene wandered about Albert’s office some more before letting out a whine. “Please we can’t leave just yet! Why do we have to do everything all at once? Couldn’t we just hang out?” She grabbed some firewhiskey and took a swig of that. “I mean, there’s really no rush. Albert has to do rounds after dinner so he won’t be back until later. Let’s drink and live a little before we have to do actual work.” Marlene took the bottle with her back to Albert’s leather chair. “I’ve told you about my holidays Mr. Black, tell me about yours.” She demanded with a smile.

Of course Marlene left out quite a bit from those Holiday stories. She left out the absent father, she left out Bernard, she left out her crazy neighbours. She left out both good and bad from that story, but she figured a simplified version would be better. Besides, Marlene wasn’t one to let down her walls. She was tough, harsh, and stubborn. Marlene Mckinnon didn’t get her by anything or anyone. That was who she was. She was the girl you didn’t mess with, the girl who you wanted to be friends with because you knew she would protect you no matter what. That’s what she did, she protected people and she protected herself. She took care of people, while she remained the girl that no one needed to take care of. 

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Marlene's wide smile caused a twist in Sirius' stomach and a look of "what the fuck?" on his face. It couldn't be what he thought it meant- And, thank god, she quickly corrected herself. Teacher student relationships were a bit too out there, even for him. Besides, the only female teacher he was close to was McGonagall... He shuddered before the idea could get any further and turned his attention back to Marlene's platonic relationship with Albert.

Sirius listened intently to Marlene's story, unexpectedly intrigued by what she had to say. Girls talking about holidays and their parents usually bored him to death, but when Marlene spoke, she could make anything interesting. He followed her to sit, grabbing a few bottles of firewhiskey, and sat on Albert's desk. Her had to admit, this room was nice to hang out in. The small space and dark woods made it cozy and warm, like the Gryffindor common room, but quieter and more intimate.

Sirius wondered why they went to an old crushes house for what was normally considered family time, but the flash of sadness in her eyes when Marlene mentioned it told him it would be best to leave it alone. If she wanted to tell him, she would, and Sirius knew as well as anyone not to pry about family matters.

As Marlene wandered the room, Sirius watched her. She was more physically fit than most girls in their year, likely because of her long stint as a Gryffindor chaser. And, although he hated himself a bit for thinking so, she had an excellent body. As she took another swing of firewhiskey, Sirius remember what usually happened when girls got drunk around him.That, he was sure, couldn't happen with Marlene. He respected her too much, she was worth more to him than one night of fun.

At her request, SIrius figured they could stay. The party wouldn't be til later, and if he was urgently needed, he had his and Prong's two way mirror back. "I suppose we could stay, even if Albert catches us, I doubt he'd be too mad." But the next request wasn't something he was sure he would fulfill. "I dunno, McKinnon. Sure you can take hearing about Black family holidays? They get a bit hardcore. See, the entire family comes down to our house, and you know some of he crazies that I have in my family. Everyone talks about the stupidity of the Muggles they've encountered since our last gathering. One of my uncles hinted that he tortured one, but I can't be sure. He's gone a bit senile." Sirius took a long gulp of firewhiskey and got off the desk. "I don't remember most of what they say, though. If I pay attention, I get so disgusted I can't stay in the same room as them. I'm dreading having to go back there for Christmas." He took out a packet of cigarettes and turned to Marlene. "Mind if I smoke? Thinking about them stresses me out, I need to cal my nerves. Maybe we should throw a party at your house over Christmas.. It'd give me an excuse to stay away from home."

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Sirius Black + Smoking

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Pranks || Remus and Sirius

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Remus had to admit to being a bit wary when Sirius went so far as locking the door, but he did his best to just shake it off, figuring that Sirius really didn’t want anyone to hear his plan. He rolled his eyes, however, when Sirius mentioned his school work. “I might not have to, but I don’t want to risk getting behind early in the term - in fact, I want to be a bit ahead, so whenever my furry little problem rears its head I don’t have to worry about school too much.” He normally wouldn’t say anything like that, but this was Sirius, and he would understand. It was just a bit of self preservation for the future. 

He had to admit that Sirius had a point - the year had started off on a rather dark note. Apparently there was a powerful dark wizard on the rise, and he was gathering more and more followers by the day. Remus tried not to think about it too much, though. It wasn’t up to him to worry about quite yet. After all, he was just a 5th year, and had miles to go before he can fight enough to be any use in a war. And Sirius was right on another account; it’d be more important for Remus to stick around and enjoy what little bit of childhood he had. “I like the sound of that,” he acquiesced.

Remus looked over Sirius’s shoulder at the map. He almost rolled his eyes when Sirius pointed out the lake, almost as if Remus didn’t know where it was. It was rather hard to miss, a giant body of water on the grounds. Not only that, but it also had a giant squid in it, after all. “Party?” Remus asked, focusing in on that rather than the whole pumpkin juice lake prank. “When did you start planning a party?” He was completely baffled. “And how’d you know it was me that turned the lake pink?” This was a lot for Remus to take in, but he just sighed. “I do like the sound of having a pumpkin juice lake, though. But,” he paused, “we’d have to be sure that it isn’t affected by all the fish and the squid. Do you have the spell for it?” he asked as he took a seat on his bed next to Sirius.

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Sirius grinned widely and ruffled Remus' hair. "I knew you'd go for it. Oh, Marlene and I put together a bit of a party today, instead of going to potions. She's pretty good at that kind of stuff, saved me a trip to Muggle London." Sirius said, a certain fondness in his words. He got up and walked to their window overlooking the lake. The sun was beginning to set, rays peeping through the trees of the Forbidden Forest and casting streams of light onto the glittering lake. The beauty was astonishing, but Sirius was more focused on how it would look orange. Probably disgusting, but hilarious.

The day they woke up to a pink lake was one of the proudest days of Sirius' life. Remus had never done anything so big by himself before that, and it he was obviously very pleased with himself, and all of the attention he was indirectly getting. Remus didn't like being the immediate center of attention, so Sirius hadn't ratted him out, to anyone. "You were so pleased with yourself the entire day, and I was still awake when you got into bed. So you had to have been up to something." Sirius sat on the window sill, once again facing Remus. The werewolf had, as Sirius had expected, pointed out an obvious flaw in his plan.

"I don't think the pumpkin juice is especially dangerous for fish. And I doubt it'll reach all the way down to the merpeople, but if you want to be careful, we can alter the charm. Because I have created the charm." Sirius smiled and poured water from the pitcher always on the windowsill into a cup. He pushed his hair out of his face and grabbed his wand, gave a flourish and said, "Stagnos Citrouilles" The water turned orange and Sirius took a sip, then offered the glass to Remus. "Come on, Moony. I bet the fish would love to swim in pumpkin juice. And if it's dangerous or something, we can just charm a layer of ice so the fish can't reach the pumpkin juice. Won't be as cool, though." 

[arthurs-curiosities-blog]

Commonly Lounging || Open (To Gryffindors)

New term, new start. That was how Arthur liked to look at it, anyhow. It was a good way to look at things. It wasn’t a bad way, by any means. He liked the new term, everyone, and everything, seemed so fresh and new. Molly certainly did, although she was a little bit different now that they had been dating for the summer. They were brilliant together, everyone said so. The “perfect couple.” The ones that everyone was betting on that they would get married before they graduated from Hogwarts. Arthur wasn’t sure that he was opposed to that, but it did seem a little odd that they would get married so soon. It was what it was, though.

Arthur sat in the common room, reading a book that he got from a muggle shop. Slaughterhouse-Five, by Kurt Vonnegut, it was called. It was good, a bit confusing, but good. It sounded a bit like the author was drinking a bit too much Firewhiskey and playing with a timeturner, along with making bizarre toys out of his common household cleaning supplies. It didn’t sound all that far off of some things he had seen Bilius and Corvus do when they were completely hammered. In fact, he thought he recalled a plunger with a glove on top at some point in time. That plunger was also hopping around and driving their mother absolutely bonkers. Their father thought it was hilarious, though. As Vonnegut would say: “And so it goes.” He liked that phrase. “And so it goes.”

When he was about halfway through the book, Arthur heard some feet on the floor and felt someone sit next to him. This was typical; it was a common room, after all. People would come and go and usually not notice him, or they would just not bother him.

The person left after what seemed to be a few minutes, but shortly thereafter sat back down again. Arthur shrugged, looked up from his book, and turned to the person. “Oh, hello. How are you?”

[dissentiousdog-blog]

It had been a long first day for Sirius. Moony had convinced him to attend every class and not sleep through a single one, something Sirius hadn't done since second year, and he was wiped out. Hoping for a quiet common room, he entered the portrait hole and sat on the first couch available. Sadly, the common room was full of the hustle and bustle that was to be expect from Gryffindors. Scared first years asking questions, fourth years talking animatedly about their first Defense lesson, and the occasional bangs and cracks of failed spells. With the knowledge he couldn't go to sleep yet, Sirius reluctantly went to his dorm to get a cup of water and a shot of firewhiskey. He returned back to his seat, slightly more awake, but also slightly irritated. Drinking was no fun if he didn't get to get drunk.

Reluctantly, he went back to his seat in the bustling common room- if he stayed upstairs he'd surely fall asleep. He put his feet up on the cushy ottoman and tried to make sparks come out of his finger tips, an old pastime from when he was younger.

Instead of brooding about his promise to Moony to wait until the first years had calmed down to do anything stupid (Drink, prank, general mayhem.) Sirius figured he should try to behave as a normal human being and talk to whoever he graced with his presence. Arthur Weasley, a generally OK guy, though a bit obsessed with Muggles. Sirius responded to his greeting with a tired, "Hey, Arthur. I'm pretty tired- actually attended class. Can you believe it?" Sirius laughed at his own joke, as he often did, and continued, "So, how was your summer? Got any new Muggle junk?"

[viria]

suddenly my life without a drawn Sirius looking at me didn’t seem full enough.

imagine how it would be like sitting next to him;) My friend said it’s like you’d be fantasying some absolutely inappropriate things including him and then you’re turning to look at him and you see this ‘I know what you just thought about’ look at his face. And then you just can’t resist.

[viria]

…did I mention I love drawing smut?