halloween ball //
“You mean to tell me that you’ve had this the whole time and don’t just casually wear it to class?” Sirius asked, laughing with her rather than at her. Maybe it was just because his own was so as exponentially history-packed as it was shitty, but he’d always held a certain fascination for other peoples’ lineages. Family histories (other than his, which he’d had beaten into his his since he was still in the womb) genuinely interested him, and he didn’t see why they shouldn’t all have written-up histories; if the deplorable Blacks did, why not everyone? “I am, actually! A few more glasses of punch and I’ll be able to say that with zero-percent sarcasm instead of twenty.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Kathy rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t deny the amusement playing across her features. “I don’t think you quite understood me when I said I couldn’t breathe. I can’t really see either.” The brunette gave a little laugh despite her complaints. “I love my family, honestly, but it didn’t realise it was going to be literally suffocating me.” She meant it as a joke (sort of), Kathy would never speak of ill of her family. "You rate your sarcasm in percentages? What is it normally?"










