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RP Blog No longer in use Sirius Black Seventeen ♦ Gryffindor ♦ Beater

[prettylittleasianliars]

[noble-padfoot]

A Glass Half Full [James & Sirius]

All around him the locker room buzzed with excited chatter. His teammates bustled about, complimenting each others flying, doling out advice, and complaining of after practice aches. Sirius did his best to ignore the rest of his teammates as he stowed his broom inside his locker and began changing out of his uniform. Over these last few days talking to people had turned into a tedious requirement. The foul mood that had fallen over him during Mrs. Potter’s funeral had decided it was going to stick around for a few days, maybe longer. Before the funeral he had been alright, it was easy not to think about it or pretend it wasn’t real. But the funeral had been so final and now his bad mood seemed endless. Even the sound of voices seemed to irritate him. Sirius scowled down at the floor, his back turned to the rest of the room.

Ever since James had returned to school they had both ignored the topic of Mrs. Potter entirely. Sirius was happy that way. Talking about it would only make things worse. They had known she was sick for some time, he thought they had prepared for this eventuality, but nothing could have prepared Sirius for this. He wondered how James felt. It was hard to imagine that anyone could feel more thoroughly terrible than Sirius did but surely if someone did it would be James. She had been his real mother after all, whereas Sirius had only ever pretended. Did Sirius even have a right to feel this angry?

Clean, changed, and in no mood to linger with the rest of his team, Sirius grabbed his school bag from where it hung on the hook inside his locker and slammed the door shut. With one last look around the small room, Sirius threw the heavy bag over his shoulder and made a quick move for the exit. Prongs would find him whenever he was done, he wasn’t interested in waiting around, especially not if it meant coming face to face with Marlene. He had already lost his temper with her once and he wasn’t interested in doing so again. That girl was too stubborn for her own good.

Rather than heading back up toward the school, Sirius escaped toward the shelter provided by the stadium bleachers. The interior of the bleachers was a maze of wooden support beams, perfect for hiding away when you didn’t want to be found out. More than once, Sirius had brought girls down here after games or whenever there was no better place to go. This was the perfect place to get smashed, no one would come wandering under here. Drinking would make him feel better, if only it was permanent.

Finding a low beam that seemed to be the perfect seat, Sirius pulled off his bag and let it slip to the ground. Leaning down, he unzipped the bag and produced an unopened bottle of firewhisky from within. Not the most refined drink but it would get the job done well enough. Sirius broke the seal and took a swig straight from the bottle. Bad idea. The liquid burned as it went down. On the plus side it didn’t come back out, and that was the important part. Nudging his bag to one side with his foot, Sirius sat straddling the low beam, leaning against the thick supporting beam behind him.

[themarauder-prongs]

Feels weird stepping back into Hogwarts after being gone for so long...

[themarauder-prongs]

‘Course I do - I always have a plan. And that starts with whipping your arses into shape.

[noble-padfoot]

Have you seen my arse lately? That's one fit arse if I do say so myself.

[themarauder-prongs]

Feels weird stepping back into Hogwarts after being gone for so long...

[themarauder-prongs]

I’m aware - and I need to set a practice. We missed valuable time while I was gone.

[noble-padfoot]

Tell me about it. We need to get back on our game. I hope you've got a plan, mate.

[jrbarty]

I’m so sorry, Sirius, it must have slipped my mind but I forgot to mention I’m not interested in your opinions, especially not when you’re telling me about your snogging ways.

You’re kissing Gryffindors, right? Now I understand why they’re called brave. It all makes sense, mate.

[noble-padfoot]

I've snogged my fair share of Ravenclaws as well, mate. They're supposed to be the clever ones, aren't they?

[jrbarty]

You’re jealous because people are violating the sacred place where you snog Potter? Don’t be so selfish, mate.

[noble-padfoot]

What is this, amateur hour? I don't snog in the corridors. There are much better places in this castle for snogging than corridors and cupboards. I simply prefer to be able to walk around in broad daylight without stumbling upon two idiots tongue wrestling as loudly as they possibly can.

[itsritaskeeter2-blog]

I can assure you, you do not make me blush.

[noble-padfoot]

I'll try have to harder next time.

[itsritaskeeter2-blog]

I would find that best.

[noble-padfoot]

Oh, wait. I forgot. The entire point of using an innuendo is to offend. Or make you blush. Either way it's entertaining.

[itsritaskeeter2-blog]

…The fact that people shag someone who says they have a snake appals me.

[noble-padfoot]

In that case I'll be sure to make my next innuendo much less appalling.

[itsritaskeeter2-blog]

Laugh all you want, but it was only a mere week ago that you said I had to shag you to prove if I was good or not. I do believe I’m the one who declined.

[noble-padfoot]

You can't make a claim and not back it up, Skeeter. Of course, you'd have to get Alecto in on it too. Otherwise, you're out of luck. Under normal circumstances I like to stick to my "one snake in bed at a time" rule and that snake would be mine.

[itsritaskeeter2-blog]

Jealous? Sirius, we both know I could have you if I wanted you.

[noble-padfoot]

[caintravers-blog]

Where are all you fuckers?

[caintravers-blog]

Here’s the thing, Black…you’re the bane of my existence.  There is nothing tolerable about you therefore I suggest you walk the other way, foul excuse of life.

[noble-padfoot]

I'm glad I can be such an influence on your miserable existence.

[itsritaskeeter2-blog]

Why so negative, Sirius? Miss the good old days when you could get any woman to suck face with you anywhere you pleased?

[noble-padfoot]

I do what I please, thank you Rita. There's no need to be jealous.

[itsritaskeeter2-blog]

You should go around giving them tips. Places to snog, shag, spells to keep quiet… You could probably make a business out of it, with your reputation.

[noble-padfoot]

Or, the bleeders could just not do any of it and leave me alone.

[jrbarty]

Never pegged you as a voyeur, Black. You enjoyed watching? That’s nasty.

[noble-padfoot]

Watching, no. Getting my revenge on them for smutting up the corridor I like to use, for sure.

[caintravers-blog]

Where are all you fuckers?

It’s terribly dull in this place.  This is perhaps one of the only days of the year that I’m feeling particularly tolerable and not wishing on the disappearance of most of you.

[noble-padfoot]

What exactly is your definition of tolerable?

[thelionhearted-alice-deactivate]

I really need to have better time management when I'm in the greenhouses.

I was almost late to my prefect duties today.  

[noble-padfoot]

I can't decide which portion of what you just said makes you more of a nerd.