Carpe Diem

Sirius Black || Gryffindor || Sixteen || Blood traitor "Everything that kills me, makes me feel alive."

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gryffinsandgoals:

“Fantastic. Damn, the exploding animals were my favorite part!” James said with a laugh, “But, I see your point. And yes, definitely, dancing armours. Even Evans can’t deny that dancing and candy is good for people’s spirits.”

“Obviously we’d have to have a little night out in order to get all of the necessary goods,” he said, his grin brightening. “You doing anything particularly important tonight?”

He knew that Sirius didn’t, obviously, because then he’d have plans, too. But, now, the thought of sneaking out of the castle and into Hogsmeade, made James feel alive. 

“I know, I know...” Sirius patted James’ shoulder. “We’ll leave that for another time, promise.” Perhaps they could try it out in one of their classes. Maybe potions. Seeing Slughorn’s face would be priceless. 

“Yes, of course. We need our supplies, it’s for a good cause.” He said innocently. They were actually doing the school a favour by giving the students something to talk about that didn’t involve murder or rumours of war. “Let me see...” Sirius pretended to flip through the pages of a notebook, a frown of concentration in his brow. “Nope. My schedule is clear for tonight.” He smiled. “We can have our little escapade as soon as everyone else go to bed.”

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gryffinsandgoals:

“Exactly my thought, Mr. Padfoot,” James said with a grin, “You reckon something with fireworks and oh, let’s see, enchanted house animals spreading havoc would work as a base of sorts?”

Transfiguration was James’s favorite subject, and he happened to be one of the best in the year. He’d found a spell over the summer, that he had been longing to test out all summer. “So, something like several meter high animals running through the halls… hm,” his eyes lit up, “with candy coming out of them, leading out of the castle onto the grounds and then exploding in fireworks.”

Sirius laughed. Another thing he loved about James was how creative he could be, his wild imagination always lead to interesting pranks. 

“That idea sounds marvellous but...Let’s skip the exploding animals, that could scare the poor first years. But yes, candy and havoc is just what the doctor ordered. and I know a spell that will make all the armours in the school dance around to whatever tune we want. It’s going to be crazy in the best way possible.”

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gryffinsandgoals:

“I’m flattered,” James said with a grin and bow, “If you almost swoon then that’s a half chance Evans will.”

He knew his chances were bleak, but he hoped he could they could at least become friends this year. He’d hardly seen her so far, just a couple of glimpses of her bright hair in the dull surroundings, or the back of her head in class. He shook his head to clear any thought of Lily from it, putting a mischievous smile on his face.

“Padfoot, have you given any thought to our…,” he paused, “escapades for this year?”

“Slim chance but still a chance.” Sirius agreed. He really wanted Lily to see that James wasn’t the arrogant twat she thought he was, he wanted her to see the real James so she could at least talk to James without having a frown in her brow. After all, Sirius hated seeing his best friend bummed out because of the red haired girl.

“Now that is a very interesting topic.” He smirked, leaving any thoughts of Evans behind, focusing on Marauders mischief. “We need to plan an spectacular welcome back prank first, though. It will lighten the mood. The school certainly needs a good laugh.”

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gryffinsandgoals:

“Whatever,” James said with a laugh. He found Divination a phony skill, he’d much rather put his fate in what he saw in front of his own eyes, rather than a silly fortune.

“Oi!” he exclaimed, “It’s art. Don’t question it.”

“They didn’t get close to my compartment,” James said with a shrug, “I was just left sitting there. It was boring.”

“It’s gonna win every music award ever,” he said jokingly, before clearing his throat and beginning the song.

“There’s darkness all around us,” he sang.

“But somehow it all disappears.

Red. Red is all I see.

It clouds my vision suddenly.

Red of roses. Red in trees. Red all around.

Darling, I know you’ll say 

Red is the color of blood,

But blood is life. 

Which means life is red. 

And red is you indirectly.

Not just your hair

But everything.

Fire in your veins.

The color of our home.

Life is red, 

And red is you.

Life is you 

For me.”

“It needs some work, I suppose…” he said, scratching the back of his neck, before he put his guitar down.

“Okay, okay!” Sirius laughed, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Your songs are art, I won’t argue.” 

He then scrunched up his nose. “Lucky you. Having them near is not a nice experience.” He remembered the cold, the hopelessness and shook his head to get rid of the thought. Thinking about it would do him no good, so instead, he listened to James’ song. 

It was soothing and actually good. Sirius guessed that it was all thanks to having the right muse. He just hopped this muse wouldn’t end up hurting his friend. 

When the other finished singing, Sirius clapped, a soft smile in his lips. “It’s pretty good, actually. You almost make me swoon, Prongs. And you know I swoon for no one.”

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gryffinsandgoals:

“Divination doesn’t need to be practised, you know that,” James said in a high pitched mocking voice, rolling his eyes before giving a hearty laugh.

After he finished, he bowed dramatically, “Oi, I’m not playing with it, pup. This is art of the highest level. But thank you.”

“On the train ride over when I was stuck in the damn compartment all alone, I wrote a song ‘bout Lily, but I figure the world isn’t ready to hear that.” He knew it was a bit of an invitation for Padfoot to ask to hear it, but he was Sirius after all. If anyone would like it, he would. Probably more than Evans ever would. James sighed, thinking about her, before shaking the thought of her away.

“Right, right. Divinations need to be felt or some shit like that.” He laughed. And it wasn’t as if Sirius didn’t believe in the art of Divinations, he simply thought that it was a very, very rare talent to have. One that couldn’t be taught.

“Abstract art?” Sirius teased, raising a brow. James had improved from the first time Sirius had heard him play and, if he was honest, Sirius liked hearing whatever song his friend attempted to perform. Even if sometimes it didn’t sound so pleasant.

“Only you would manage to write a love song while in a train ride with dementors on it.” Sirius rolled his eyes but smiled. That was one of the things he loved about his best friend. The way he could turn something bad into something good. “The world might not be ready but I am not like the rest of the world.” He said, looking at the other boy. When he had first heard about James’ feelings for the red haired girl, he thought they would pass. But time went on and James didn’t fade away. Sirius could only hope that Evans would give James a chance. If she did, Sirius was sure she would like him back, after all, James was the sweetest, most caring, kind and brave boy he had ever met. Any person would be lucky to have him.“Go on, let’s hear your song about Evans. I’m sure it is a masterpiece.” 

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gryffinsandgoals:

“Not true. You haven’t even heard this one yet, mate. Mum loved it, and as she would say ‘don’t judge before you listen, Sirius,’” he said with a grin, “Just listen.”

He started playing, his fingers plucking the strings, and yes, maybe it could have been better, but it didn’t sound too terrible.

“I’m not judging! I’m just...Predicting something. Practising divinations and shit.” He chuckled and shook his head. “But fine, let me hear your new song, deer.” 

Sirius listened and smiled. James still played badly but he could notice a bit of an improvement. At least this time, it kinda sounded like a melody and not just random sounds. “Bravo!” He clapped once the song was over. “I do take it back, you proved me wrong. The song is more of a ‘Daby playing with a guitar.’ ”

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gryffinsandgoals:

“I learned a new song over break. Want to hear?”

"Ah, yes. The new ‘song’. It’s called ‘How did I managed to make a perfectly tuned guitar sound like one with broken strings’, it is truly a masterpiece.”

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xoxoqueenofquills:

“Hm,” she examined his face, “Maybe, maybe not, but pink hair, that would look pretty great on you, Siri.” 

Rita laughed at his squeal. He was probably exaggerating, but exaggeration was her middle name, so it didn’t really bother her.

She gave him a mock bow, but it honestly meant the world that he thought so. “Thank you, Mister Black. And yes, they do.” She’d mainly just guessed, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Damn, I was hoping for something, even a drunk kiss, an accidental explosion, anything.”

“So, excited for your sixth year. Do you have any plans that I should be aware of, so that I can have a front row seat?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh, you think so?” He ran a hand through his hair and smiled. “Maybe I’ll try it one day...I’ll make sure to show you so you can see for yourself.” Sirius didn’t trust many people with giving him fashion advice, he had great taste and others...Not so much. But he trusted Rita. She knew how to dress well, even if it was a style Sirius wouldn’t use. She knew what looked right and what did not.

“You are very much welcome, Miss Skeeter.” He gave a mocking bow in return and then chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to give you that information. What happens in the summer stays there.” He said with a playful wink.

“Of course I have plans, dearest! It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have a little something under my sleeve, but like the rest of the world, you’ll have to wait and see. I can’t sell the exclusive without consulting with my friends.”

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dorcasrose:

He laughed, and she became confused. Wasn’t he the heir? The eldest of the two Black children? Or, had her parents told her wrong. Had her parents lied, or just had information that was wrong, she wasn’t sure. She had just gotten ready to ask him what he meant when he spoke. His voice sounding a bit condescending and Dorcas wasn’t sure how to react to that.

“Heard what?” However, before he was able to give her an answer, he was already talking over her and telling her he was no longer the heir. He sounded calm, too calm, and that’s what worried her. No one was that calm when losing the title of heir. Arelle hadn’t been that calm when she lost the title, and Dorcas hadn’t been that calm when she was given it. However, she understood why he gave it up - or was forced out of it. However, his snarky comment made her eyes narrow and she growled. “Excuse me? I am Dorcas Rose Fawley, the heir of the Fawley fortune. I was raised as a proper lady. Heaven forbid I look at someone for more than two fucking seconds. Alright? If anyone needs manners - it’s you.”

He laughed again, her reaction amusing him. A little tease and she was already snapping? Was he that talented or should he blame the dementors presence in the train for how easy it was to make her angry? “Oh, Ms. Fawley! Should I take a bow? Kiss the ground you step on?” He asked and rolled his eyes. He had grown up with that same feeling of pride for his name, of feeling better just because he was part of the ancient House of Black. Now, he felt no pride in his last name. But he was still Sirius and he was going to bow to no one. “Find yourself some other pureblood loser who believes you’re worth of praise, princess.” He told her, condescending, spatting the word princess as if it left a bitter taste on his mouth. 

“Oh, I do have manners, hon. I learned about them since I could talk.” His parents had made sure to educate him, make sure he was a proper gentleman. And Sirius had learned. He spoke politely, knew how to take a bow perfectly, stood straight as he walked with elegance, knew what was the use of every piece of cutlery was for before he could count to one hundred. “Also, didn’t mommy and daddy told you? Proper ladies don’t swear. Silent anger, dear. Ice cold eyes and insults disguised with praise, that’s how it works. Like this...” He cleared his throat. “When you get angry your voice sounds as beautifully high pitches as a dog whistle! It must come in handy every once in a while, yes?”

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xoxoqueenofquills:

She gave a slight nod. She hadn’t gone shopping more than twice, and she didn’t really have any friends to do anything with, but it was what was expected of her, so she wasn’t going to let him know that she’d spent most of the summer spying on her hot next door neighbor and binge watching TV shows.

“Mm,” Rita said thinking for a moment, “Ooh, yes, there was this strange woman who had implanted horns into her head surgically, and there was this man with a florescent pink beard. And then the usual, woman cheating on her husband with her supervisor, superficial teen girls who squealed the moment one of the Weird Sisters walked in.” She rolled her eyes. Okay… maybe she’d been one of them, too, but the others had literally followed the band around the building.

“And how was yours?” she asked, “I heard from a little birdy that the Potter household was quite full. Anything interesting happen?”

He listened to her, the simplicity and normalcy of the conversation making him relax more. He was still feeling the dread that dementors carried around but it was a lot less, he didn’t feel like he was going to scream, he wasn’t on the edge and he made a note to thank Rita later. Maybe not with words but with Gryffindor gossip or a new set of quills. 

“Horns, huh? Cool.” He said, a smile appearing on his lips. “Pink beards look awesome. Do you think I could pull that off?” Sirius doubted it. His face was too....Pretty for facial hair. His features too thin to look good with a beard. “Oh, don’t blame the poor teens, Rita. I remember when I first saw the Wicked Sisters, I thought I was going to pass out.” He admitted. It was an exaggeration of course but he did let out a high pitched squeal. 

“Mine was...Eventful.” He decided to say. He wondered how long it would take for Rita to find out he had been disowned and how long it would take her spread the news across the school. “Your little birds keep you informed even on the summer? I am impressed, miss Skeeter. You will do a fine journalist some day.” He could picture Rita climbing up the ladder and ending up in charge of Weekly Witch, or maybe she would make her own magazine. “But anyway...We gathered at Prongs’ house like almost every summer, it was quite fun. Nothing too juicy happened, though.”

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bitemelily:

It had been a long four hours spent dragging her feet up and down the halted train. Seeing as it is her duty to keep the student body in check along with her fellow prefects Lily was only able to really spend the last half hour with her friends. And then they were split up.

The great hall buzzed with numerous rumors as to why the dementors searched each car thoroughly. Escaped convict, Dumbledore hiding stowaways, murderer aboard. How ridiculous. Lily had just finished stuffing her mouth full of grapes, lining them up along her teeth only to crush them much like a child would, when she finally grew fed up with all the stupidity.

Just as she rose from her seat, lifting her foot over the bench to escape the gossip, her body slammed into the occupant behind her. She felt moisture, her uniform clinging to her back. This day couldn’t get any worse.

“I’m so sorry…” she muttered before turning around to see who’s drink she managed to spill all over herself.

Sirius was exhausted. The trip to Hogwarts had been incredibly long and having dementors in the train for Merlin knows how long, sucking up all the happiness he had about coming back to school only made it worse. By the time the feast started, all he wanted to do was grab food and leave to hide in the common room where it would be silent for a few minutes until everyone else was done eating and ready to go to bed. 

But leaving the Great Hall was not possible, he would have to wait just like everyone else until dinner was over so he did his best to be patient and ignore the constant babbling of the kids next to him, all of them gossiping about the countless possible scenarios that would bring dementors to the train. 

Honestly, their morbid fascination with the horrible creatures was exasperating him to the point that he would yell at them to shut up at any minute. So, instead of losing his cool in front of everyone, he decided to get up, grabbing his cup of juice to find somewhere else to sit which  turned out to be a lot more difficult that he had been expecting.

Eventually, Sirius found an empty place and walked to sit down once more but before he could fully make it, none other than Lily Evans crashed against him, making him spill his drink all over her. A part of him wanted to scream because seriously? Could this night be more shitty? But other wanted to laugh, amused by the girl’s clumsy ways.

“Don’t worry about it, Evans. I’m not the one covered in juice.” He said, a smile appearing on his lips. “Let me help you out.” He took his wand out and with a quick spell, dried her off. “Better?”

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xoxoqueenofquills:

She smiled at him. If there was something Rita liked more than juicy gossip, it was being told she was right. 

“Well, without you, they aren’t themselves…,” she said with a shrug, not elaborating more.

“It was the usual,” Rita said, uncomfortable now that the attention was on her. Whenever that happened something unpleasant about her past usually came out. “I had an internship with Witch Weekly.”

Her manicured fingers clenching around her phone until they turned white, and she pretended to examine her perfect manicure.

“Yes, I guess they aren’t quite the same.” He agreed, letting out a light chuckle. The marauders were, in a way, a perfectly oiled machine. Each one balanced the other out, they needed each other to stay the most stable. They were their best selves in each other’s company.  They were also more dangerous. How he wished that his friends were here with him, that way he’d feel stronger. 

“The usual? Let me guess...Shopping and going out with friends?” Of course that was just a superficial guess. Sirius doubted that Rita’s summer consisted in such banal things but he wasn’t going to ask more, if she didn’t feel like sharing, he’d respect it. Knowing that if he was the one question, he would prefer not to get too much into what had happened during the break. “Ah, congratulations. Did you met anyone interesting?”

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always-pure:

Narcissa felt worse than how she had felt a few seconds ago in the hallway. Her chest ached, it was a strange sensation, something she remembered well from when Regulus told her what had happened, like something had been yanked from her. She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. Even if she did start tearing up she could always blame it on being afraid of the Dementors. Than snapped her back to reality, there were Dementors roaming the train hallways. Narcissa nodded and did as she was told. Like she always did. After locking the door she walked towards the window as far from the door as possible.

She noticed that Sirius had his wand ready, and wondered if she should do the same, rummaging through her bag she finally pulled out her wand. A new wave of fear invaded her, ❝You don’t think we will actually need to use these, do you?❞ Narcissa said finally looking at Sirius. ❝I mean there’s a reasonable explanation why they are here, right? They can’t just show up, someone with the ability to control them is here with them…❞ she started to ramble. She felt like the air was leaving her, why was she so scared? Yeah the Dementors were amongst the nastiest of creatures, but they were not going to harm anyone, everyone here was supposed to be safe.

Narcissa sat down and brought her legs up so she could hug her knees. Part of her was glad it was Sirius the one here with her, she knew that even if he had left them, he would not make fun of her for being scared. She wanted to cry, she remembered would protect her when they were little, but she also remembered how they started to slowly grow apart. She wanted to hug him, she wanted to yell at him. The door began to ice.

❝We are safe here, right?❞ she said, please lie to me, she thought.

The click of the lock as Narcissa closed the door, made him let out the air that he didn’t notice he was holding. The logical part of his brain told him that a lock wouldn’t stop those dark creatures but he pushed that thought away and found comfort in having some sort of barrier between them and the dementors. 

Remember something happy. He told to himself, keeping a tight hold of his wand. If the memory was powerful enough, a simple spell would make the dementors leave and they would be okay, they would be safe. But all Sirius could think about were bad memories, events in his life that had left him angry, sad or hurt. Focus. He took a deep breath of cold air, letting it out slowly, a puff of white smoke appearing before him and he remembered a snow day with James and Remus and Peter. Making snowmen and throwing snowballs at each other. It wasn’t happy enough to cast a fully corporeal patronus but it helped him relax. 

He sighed softly and sat down next to Narcissa, his want still in his hand and pointing towards the door. He heard her question and turned around to look at her, doing his best to offer a comforting smile. “ ‘Course we will. We are just students, they won’t harm us.” Or at least Sirius hoped they wouldn’t. He hoped the dementors would just pass them by. “We are going to be just fine, Cissa.” He said, placing his free hand on her knee, trying to provide some comfort. “It’ll be okay. They won’t harm us.”

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xoxoqueenofquills:

“Sometimes the beauty of a model can make even the simplest clothes stand out…,” she said with a smile.

“Oh you’re always enough,” Rita said with a giggle, “But we wouldn’t want them to feel left out, now would we? You should see them without you… they look like lost puppies.”

She bounced down beside him, happy to be sitting down. No matter how much she would like to deny it, visions of her nightmares kept flashing in front of her eyes, and Sirius was a very welcome distraction from it all. Plus, the warmth of sitting next to him, took away the chilly edge of the dementors.

“Like I said, the beauty of a model can make anything look good, darling.”

Sirius let a chuckle leave his lips as he shook his head. “Always trying to win the argument, dear Rita.” He sighed softly and then spoke again. “But you are right, of course.”

“Why, thank you.” He told her, bowing his head. “Lost puppies?” He chuckled. “I don’t think they are lost without me. Maybe you just think that way because you’re so used to seeing us together.” In all honesty, Sirius did felt like a lost puppy without his friends around. He needed them in his life just as much as he needed to eat. He would survive without them but soon enough, their absence would kill him. 

“Truer words have never been spoken.” He smiled, eyes on her. “Now tell me, Rita...How was your summer?”

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dorcasrose:

Dorcas expected anger, expected him to get angry - to yell at her some more. Yet, he didn’t, and somehow that angered her. She sighed loudly and waited for him to speak, or for him to purely walk out. That would have been something she found truly amusing. Him walking out and leaving to face the Dementors. 

When he finally spoke, he apologized. A smile adorned his lips and that slightly unnerved her. Maybe it was due to the fact that three seconds ago he was cursing and yelling at her. However, she didn’t make note of or ask him. It was easier to keep her mouth shut than to ask questions. He mentioned long day and Dorcas nodded absentmindedly. She understand that personally, her family had been hell that day. Taking one final good look at him, she turned her head. “Forgive me for the rude staring? I was ensuring the Black heir didn’t explode. I’m sure your parents would have my head if they allowed that.” She knew she spoke out of turn, she didn’t care.

He laughed. Hadn’t the news spread like wildfire just yet? His parents must’ve made a pretty good job at handling the situation, controlling the possible damage that the news would cause to their flawless reputation. Or maybe they had just hoped that the bomb would tick a bit longer before it exploded in their faces. If so, Sirius was more than happy to be the one behind the detonator. 

“Haven’t you heard, darling?” He wondered, looking at her with his held titled to the side and a raised brow. “I am no longer the heir of my lovely family.” He told her, with the calm tone of someone talking about the weather. “You see, I spoke with mother dearest and together we decided that I didn’t fit the mold. I’m not a bigot and that is a big problem. Blacks are known for their narrow minds and stupid believes. I didn’t have those so...No longer the heir.” He explained and then shrugged, a smirk in his lips. It hadn’t been like that at all. There had been screaming, glasses breaking, hexes and insults. But that, Sirius thought, was family business only. “So she wouldn’t chop your head off if I exploded. But she would find you annoying and rude, probably suggest your parents a tutor to teach you some manners.”