sirius black

Padfoot | 19 | Gryffindor “There’s no hell more harsh than a memory.”

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❧ great hall - 5 feb 1977 - lucinda & sirius

"How boring."

    Leaning against the wall and distastefully glancing at the blanket still folded neatly in its square upon the marble floor, Lucinda wrapped her arms around her small frame, huddling into the familiar lavender scent of her robes. “We’ve been in this place for ages, and I’m freezing. And hungry.” Still stubbornly refusing to accept the standard commodities which had been issued to everyone, lest she be associated to be as unextraordinary as they, she brought her knees up to her chin and tried to savor the heat of her own essence, before turning her head and watching the figure besides her for several moments, azure eyes slightly narrowed. Her voice, usually so sharp, was tired and nonchalant. 

                                                                 ”You could get lice from that.” 

[siriusblaxk]

The sound of complaints drew Sirius' eyes to the fifth year that sat nearest him, his eyes rolling back into his head already as he groaned. "You do realize that your complaints are making everyone else feel worse, don't you," he questioned, the fingertips of his right hand tapping lightly against his thigh. "Though I don't imagine you care all too much as you've been getting looks from the rest of the poor souls that are forced to remain in here with you, and you have yet to catch on." The irritation was evident in his voice as he slumped down further against the wall, a grimace plastered on his typically jolly face. 

A snort emerged from the dark-haired boy as he heard the girls comment regarding lice, his head turning towards her again. "Lice are the least of my concerns," he remarked, shaking his head as he pulled the blanket that had previously been thrown around his shoulders back up. "But I'm glad that we have someone that's worried about the state of everyone's hygiene."

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Rip out my (Character's) heart in one sentence.

Bonus points if it makes me cry.

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George The Bald // Feb 4th // Doris + Sirius

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She smiled at him as she weaved the fabric of the tale, using her magical voice for it as she always did, He really seemed to be enjoying it which only spurned her to go on. Seeing people enjoy her tales was the best part of telling them, except for the attention, she really liked that part as well.

But then he was looking at her, like that, again and she stopped mid sentence to listen to his words. “Oh, I—” She had to think fast, and she always was quick on her feet with questions like that “—heard it from my mother, she would tell it to me to calm me down during thunderstorms, which I still not fond of by the way.” Why had she told him that? A bit of the truth always helped bolster a lie.

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He cocked an eyebrow as he awaited her response, though it didn't take long for her voice to reach his ears. "Thunderstorms? I never would have pegged you as the type to be afraid of a natural occurrence, but it would appear that I was mistaken," he said with a smile, as he tilted his head to the side. He wasn't sure why he had had the sudden urge to question the origins of her story, but never one to question his actions, Sirius let the though go. 

"Please, continue," he urged as he propped his arms on his knees, leaning in close to express his continued interest in their exchange. "I've enjoyed it thus far and I would hate for you to commence your tale without allowing me to hear the ending."

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George The Bald // Feb 4th // Doris + Sirius

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Her surprise at his wanting her to go own lasted only a moment and she switched into a slightly more magical tone of voice, glad to have captured someone with her tale. And of all people it was Sirius Black grinning at her in a way that was most sincere.

"He lived in the town of tinsworth and by all accounts was a quiet man. The other villagers would say hello and he would simply wave, not bothering to open his mouth as he saw words as precious things not to be wasted.

[siriusblaxk]

He allowed his eyes to drop but his smile remained plastered on his face as he listened to the tone of her voice change along with her story. Sirius was glad to have some form of distraction from the events currently taking place outside the castle walls, and what better form of entertainment than a beautiful brunette telling him a story. 

Sirius turned his head to meet her eyes once more, an amused expression gracing his dark features. "Tell me, Doris," he began, his eyes still focused on hers, "where did you first hear this story?" Though he was still interested in hearing her finish her tale, Sirius was more keen on igniting a conversation, even if it meant interrupting.

[belowyoursoulrpg-blog]

SIRIUS BLACK ▼ CLOSED PUREBLOOD ✖ SIXTH YEAR ✖ GRYFFINDOR

"The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me."

✖ BASICS

Reputation → The Blood Traitor, Chaser for the Quidditch Team

Patronus → N/A (Wolf)

Boggart → James Potter dying

Wand → 15” Cypress, Demiguise Hair, solid

Faceclaim → Landon Liboiron

✖ BIOGRAPHY

There are many words used to describe Sirius Black. Ridiculously handsome, which he definitely is (and is fully aware of). Incredibly charming, which he most certainly can be. Flirtatious, spontaneous, intelligent, quick-witted, cheeky, a good laugh, an even better shag; popular beyond anybody’s wildest imaginations, whether he deserves to be or not. At the end of the day, absolutely everybody has an opinion on him, on that gorgeous bloke with the mischievous smile and the lion’s crest on his robes. Sure, there are many distinctive manners with which they choose to approach him, but indifference is simply not one of them. Whether he is loved or hated, whether he is admired or envied, he is always something; and he might not want to admit it, but he thrives under those circumstances. Out of all the many words used to describe Sirius Black, almost all of them boil down to one thing; he is impossible to ignore, and he loves every last second of it.

As much as he eschews his family and takes an almost aggressive distance to anything associated with it, there are things about Sirius’s personality that are indisputably and indelibly linked to his upbringing; in fact, he is many aspects much more similar to his relatives than he would like to believe. For example, he does see himself as slightly superior to others, and he can be incredibly arrogant, even insulting, to the people he considers beneath him. He is also infuriatingly stubborn and set in his ways; as narrow-minded and prejudiced as purebloods can be about the rest of the world, so is Sirius about all purebloods, judging them by the same superficial characteristics that they use to judge other people. He sees the world in black and white. Once he makes up his mind about something, or about someone, he very rarely changes his opinion. Furthermore, Sirius can be very self-centred, very self-involved, very self-important, and he certainly has a very selfish streak. That being said, he is fiercely loyal to the people in his life that he actually cares about. He simply does not care much about or show any real compassion to anyone besides them.

To many, Sirius is simply known as the great rebel and endless entertainer, but underneath the surface there is much more to his story than that. As harmless as his penchant for rule-breaking might seem now, such reckless behaviour and complete disregard for the consequences of his actions, coupled with an almost systematic disrespect of all authority, could potentially be very dangerous; not just to other people, but to himself. Still, he refuses to take responsibility for his behaviour and he has a hard time grasping that he cannot always do whatever comes to mind, whenever he feels like it. In many ways, Sirius can be a lot more immature than his friends; and in many ways, it might be because he was never raised to be any different. As unhappy as he was with his family, once the thrill of running away from home wears off, he might discover that getting disowned by them hurts much more than he is willing to admit, even to himself. For the first time in his life, he actually has to take full responsibility for something he has done. And he’s not sure he’s ready for that.

Biography written by Ariana.

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George The Bald // Feb 4th // Doris + Sirius

Doris sat quietly for as long as she could, looking at the stricken faces of those around her. She felt safe in the great hall but it was clear others didn’t. She knew she could do something to take their minds off it. So she cleared her throat and straightened her spine, opening her mouth to weave a tale.

              “This reminds me of the story of George the bald,                who fought off an entire horde of vampires all on                his own at the age of thirty two.”

She began, hoping to catch the interest of those around her.

[siriusblaxk]

Sirius chanced a glance at the brunette's face as she began to narrate her tale, a small smile forming on his face as he listened to her voice. He had been sat near her for quite some time, his face parallel to the ground as he avoided all eye contact. He didn't know why he wasn't up to speaking, but he wasn't. The familiar tone of her voice, however, sparked an interest that he couldn't refuse. 

"Go on," he replied, turning himself slightly in order to better demonstrate his interest in her story. 

[daisythebadger]

great hall / february 4th

"Darling, I know that you’re hungry. I’ll find something and be back —  alright?”

The redhead nodded and Daisy Hookum rose from her crouched position and onto the next crisis. As a prefect, she’d taken up her rightful responsibilities in aiding her housemates and making them feel as comfortable as possible despite the blood being shed outside the thick walls.

Without her scarf and jacket ( both of which had been donated to students complaining they were cold ), the blonde shoveled her hair into a ponytail and stepped around the rows of cots.

Even though she was a prefect for the students of Hufflepuff this didn’t stop her in assisting those who needed help; this became especially prominent as she lead Pomfrey to a Slytherin complaining of abdominal pains. Daisy looked like a blind Hippogriff as she stumbled about the hall, making her rounds and carrying loads of requested items as she did so.

After delivering a textbook to a displeased Ravenclaw and crackers to the ginger, she allowed herself a minuscule moment to simply breathe. Upon standing still for the first time in hours, a thick wool scarf was draped over her shoulders.

Turning her body, she lifted her cheeks into a somber grin, “Thanks.” 

[siriusblaxk]

Meandering about the Great Hall, Sirius had attempted to distract himself from the growing tension that plagued the students gathered together. He was itching to wreak a little havoc, but he smothered those thoughts with reminders of the going-on's that were taking place just outside the walls that kept him caged in and, instead, took to examining the vast amount of familiar faces. 

As he continued his patrol, weaving around students and professors alike, Sirius came         across a young blonde, whom he soon recognized as Daisy Hookum, a prefect that happened to be in his year. His eyes had glanced over every once in a while throughout the morning, following her as she ran from place to place, helping any student she came across. He approached the young lass, reaching up to remove the scarf that hung around his neck. 

A small smile had formed on the teenage boy as he swathed the pale blonde's shoulders with his scarf. Many would assume that his intentions were less than respectable but, in this instant, the meaning behind this insignificant gesture was anything but. Perhaps it was a demonstration of selflessness, or possibly an act of kindness, but it was a thoughtful gesture nonetheless. 

"No thanks needed," he responded, that small smile transforming into a wide grin as he crossed his arms over his chest.