"Well, lovely, bright Daisy shall have to pretend to be lovely and bright until sheâs sent her owl and wise, generous Sirius can bring her down to the kitchens to get her chocolate-chip biscuits," Sirius played along with a smile, knowing heâd outsmarted her for the moment.
Answering her doubts with a sarcastic look, Sirius didnât even need to use words to get across the obvious point that Daisy was loved by everyone. Opting out of the conversation in favour for listening attentively, Sirius watched Daisy closely as she confessed. Only when she fallen silent with her awkward laugh did he open his mouth.
"Donât apologise. Thatâs what friends are for - to listen when you need to vent," it was a bit of a joke, but he said it with a solemn face. "You can always ask to have friends over and spend time with them? Or why donât you try coming up with things for the both of you to do, and then she may get an idea of how to treat you? But the most important thing for you to know," he stuck his arm out to stop her, turning her gently by her arm so that he could look down at her, "is you say the word and Iâll be there on my bike in a minute to either scare off your Aunt Allison or stow you away," he cracked a smile.
Daisy chuckled at Siriusâ teasing. âWill wise, generous Sirius make sure that there is milk available with the cookies? Lovely, bright Daisy will only reappear fully with both cookies and milk.â
Daisy chose to ignore the look Sirius gave her in response to her denial. She was always being told how âniceâ she was, but surely that was annoying to people. It was obvious that not everyone liked her, what about the Slytherins? They were constantly teasing her. No, not everyone liked her, and she knew it. Daisy fell silent after her laugh and listened to Sirius talk, nodding occasionally and shrugging now and then. When his arm came out, she allowed it to stop her, turning to face him with a soft smile. Only then did she speak up.
âThat all sounds great, Sirius, but...Allison...I donât think she wants to raise me. She mayâve been the sister to my mother, but her and my mum were polar opposite. Where mum was soft and caring, Allison was blunt and harsh. And...â Daisy trailed off, wondering whether she should say the next part. Finally deciding, she avoided Siriusâ gaze and continued. âSheâs sort of got an alcohol problem. And she doesnât go out much, other then to the bar. I donât think Iâll need you to come to take her away, but maybe Iâll hop on that bike one day.â













