- was supposed to be in Slytherin but got placed in Hufflepuff instead because she has far too much patience and when the sorting hat asked her ‘what is your one goal for hogwarts?’ she said; “to break the sterotypes.”
- is on the Hufflepuff quidditch team as a beater (AND IS THE CAPTAIN)
- is on Hufflepuff AND Hogwarts debate team
- is a reserve on the duelling team because she’s too busy with quidditch and debate.
- favourite subject is transfiguration (she and james will RAVE about it and give minnie extra essays for fun (minnie enjoys reading them))
- wants to be a zoologist / herbologist
- her mama is a muggleborn and her mum is purblood (GAY MUMS)
-during the holidays, she works in her uncle’s bookshop in muggle london
-IS UNLABELLED!! (she definitely hates it when people try to give her labels, probably yelled at Sirius at one point for trying to suggest she labels herself as pansexual like james.)
He'd already disappeared on her once, he knew he couldn't do it again - he'd swore he to himself he wouldn't mess this up, and so here he was. A trial by fire, he supposed, in a way. This is what it meant to be involved with someone like him, and if she couldn't - or didn't want to - handle all that came with that, he'd rather know now. Certain she'd seen the article (who hadn't?), he stood on her doorstep, hand raised, but not quite able to knock just yet.
He just needed a moment - just one moment - to collect himself. Or to attempt to, at least. He'd seen him, he'd talked to him, and when he left Grimmauld Place he wasn't sure where to go. He'd stopped off at the pub, but it had been too crowded, too many prying eyes and probing questions he didn't have the answers to. Regulus might be the one who was back from the dead, but Sirius' notoriety had spiked because of it, too. It was too much, but he didn't want to go home yet, either. So here he was, hoping Emma might take in a stray dog. He knocked, holding his breath until the door opened.
"Hey." He managed, voice gruff, even the sight of her not giving his mood the lift it usually did. Sirius was sure he didn't need to say much - they hadn't talked about his family, but he was certain his face said it all. "Care to take a walk?”
He had been about to leave, when he spotted her. Emma. His heart fluttered uncharacteristically and he wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans, taking a deep breath. This was stupid. He was Sirius Black, for Merlin’s sake. He didn’t get nervous - not about boys, not about girls, not about anyone. He bristled, turning his neck to the side to crack it as he shook out his shoulders. Right. They were friends - just friends, it didn’t matter that it was Valentine’s Day and this was the one year he’d chosen to come alone.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he’d taken off in her direction, but he’d only taken a few steps before he was waylaid - an idea coming to him as he passed by the various stalls and vendors. He stopped to get a single rose - white, not red - before taking off again, thankful that Emma hadn’t disappeared. “Em!” He called, grinning broadly as he caught her attention and presenting her the rose with a flourish. “A rose in solidarity of being the only two people not being completely disgusting today?”
As much as he enjoyed the chaos - and that really was a lot more than he ought to - he couldn't ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head, saying one thing over and over: Emma. He'd lost her early on, when the bar had erupted into panic and they'd been separated. Her hand had slipped from his, no matter how hard he grabbed for it, and she was gone. So he'd pulled out his wand and fought to get back to her, but it had taken longer than he'd expected.
So when he spotted her, he launched himself through the crowd of people, taking no chances this time as he barreled into people and shoved them roughly aside. "Emma!" He called, glad as she turned at his voice to see her looking mostly unharmed. "Oh, thank -" The rest of his sentence was lost in her hair as he reached her and pulled her into a tight, but fleeting, hug - they could be relieved later, when they'd gotten out of here. "Are you okay?"
Usually Sirius is the big spoon, and Emma is the little, but sometimes they like to change it around.
Favorite Non-sexual activity
They love making fun of each other, always have.
Favorite Sexual activity
Sex, obviously.
First Kiss
They were ten, and Emma wanted to dress up and pretend that they were getting married. Their first kiss was after they said I do.
Favourite make-out spot?
Wherever they seem to find themselves.
First Time
They were in fourth year, and they had both started to experiment with Firewhisky. They weren't drunk but they both decided that they wanted to try out.. other stuff as well ;)
Does anyone catch them in the act?
They try to keep themselves locked away from the outside world.
Does anyone know about them?
Absolutely everybody.
Do people approve of them?
Not usually, besides a select few -- Narcissa.
Who uses all the hot water?
Emma, but Sirius isn't far behind.
Most trivial thing they fight over?
Sirius' stupidity, and whether it's worth doing the things that he does.
What they fight over most?
Sirius staring at other girls when they walk past him, and Emma's constant bossy attitude.
Who does most of the cleaning?
Emma does, but she uses magic to make life easier.
Who steals the blankets?
Sirius, but then he hands it over to Emma because she glares at him until he cracks.
Who leaves their stuff around?
Sirius, which Emma then comes and cleans up if Sirius refuses to after being asked twenty times.
Who remembers anniversaries?
Emma, but Sirius is starting to remember them more frequently.
Who cooks normally?
They both cook, but Emma has a less chance of poisoning everybody than Sirius does.
How often do they fight?
Every now and then, but make up sex is surely seeming to follow.
What do they do when they’re away from each other?
Emma constantly worries about Sirius, and he misses her non stop.
Nicknames for each other?
Em & Siri.
Who is more likely to pay for dinner?
Sirius does, because he tries to be a gentleman when around her.
Who steals the covers at night?
Emma, payback for Sirius trying to steal them first.
What would they get each other for gifts?
Sirius brings home little gifts every now and then, usually flowers, but he sometimes brings home random jewellery pieces as well. Emma doesn't get Sirius gifts often, but when she does, it's usually something giant and edible... or a sex toy... or both.
Who made the first move?
Sirius did, due to Emma wanting it to be traditional.
Who remembers things?
Definitely Emma, because Sirius has no hope.
Who started the relationship?
Emma, even though she wanted Sirius to.
Who cusses more?
Sirius.
What would they do if the other one was hurt?
Do whatever they could to help the other get better, and to avenge them.
Banshee: My character will mourn the death of yours
Sirius Black hadn't moved in days. He hadn't eaten, or slept. He hadn't talked or flinched one flimsy muscle. He just sat there on the cold wooden floorboards, peering up at his empty bed, only managing to fiddle with a small metal object between his hands. The boy didn't have any emotion -- he couldn't bring himself to, because he knew that if he let anybody or anything in, then he would completely break and let the flow of pain submerge him in darkness. His mind was as empty as the furniture sitting before him, the absence of any thought left the boy appearing as he wasn't even real.
One by one, his friends would enter the room and sit with him, trying to get any kind of reaction, but he always sent them away unsuccessful. At this moment, Lily Evans perched herself beside him, dropping her head against his shoulder, and remained silent. Unlike the others, Lily didn't even attempt to reassure him that everything would soon be okay, that his children will live a normal life, that heartache like this won't last forever. The red head just wanted him to not feel so lonely any more. It was hard for Sirius to come to terms of what had happened, the tragedy that left him as the mess he is, but it only made his hatred for the Dark Lord increase.
If it wasn't for his three children, he would want himself dead. Lifeless, like his wife had become. Cold and pale as she had laid on the pavement before Sirius had found her and cradled her within his arms. He didn't want to live a life without the one that he loved most. Absent-mindedly, he dropped the small metal object and watched it as it rolled across the room, and for the first time in a week, he stood and followed it. He stared at it as it fell against the floorboards, kneeling beside it and holding it dearly within his hands. The diamond stone glistened in the sunlight that was beaming through the room's window, the golden metal ring shining alongside it. Although it's beauty shone, he much preferred it on the finger of his wife, where it had belonged for many years before.
He collapsed against the wall as tears formed and fell from his eyes, splashing into their own puddles on the ground. He had finally broken himself. He had finally allowed himself to cry for his dearest loved one. Lily quickly made her way toward him, "Sirius.." she said quietly, before throwing her arms around him and holding him tight. He sobbed and shook, like a small child would when their balloon had flown away in the wind. "She's dead." was all that he managed to murmur.
I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple.
"Good morning, Mrs Black."
Sirius whispered as his words were accompanied by a husky tone. He had never held anybody in the way that his wife fit within his arms, pulling her as close to him as possible. Sirius placed small kisses along her jawline, the soft texture of her skin sending a warm sensation through his body, which could only make him smile. He felt the beating of her heart sink through to his chest, it’s thumping heavy and fast due to her sudden awakening. He tensed the muscles in his arms, squeezing Emma as she moaned, only to leave a kiss upon her forehead. Sirius buried his face within her hair and inhaled the attractive smell of Lemons that constantly followed Emma. It was his favourite scent.
The feeling of marriage made Sirius feel free, as it allowed him to truly express the love that had built inside of him. He always felt the need to be gentle with Emma, to let her do as she wanted just as long as he was allowed the same privileges. Relief flew through him as he realized that the boy could indulge himself immensely in what was now Emma Black — his wife. It only took a mere second for his wife to turn so she were facing him, her curvaceous body pressing against Sirius’ bare skin with a strong force, one that made him hesitate with a craving for more. The couple were wearing minimum clothing due to the adventures that they had taken the night before, something that made it easier for Sirius to gain access to the figure before him.
"Can you believe that we’re finally married?" He asked her as he scrunched his nose and rubbed it against Emma’s. The girlish laugh that left her mouth made him feel giddy, a positive reaction to the intimate couple that they have now become. "Finally, yeah. It took you a while. But I’m happy to say that you are now all mine." Emma replied, a seductive tone to her words which only complimented the matching suggestive smile. Sirius didn’t need to think twice for what he had to do next, as he absent-mindedly moved himself over the girl, his hands trailing against her skin until they found their place resting upon her ribcage. He flinched at the feeling of the elastic on his jocks being stretched, slowly fiddled at by the beauty laying across from him. A permanent smile was plastered upon his lips, as he arched his back and collided his mouth against Emma’s, kissing her passionately. "We can do this whenever we want, y’know? Being married let’s us do a lotta things." He managed to say when he pulled away for air. Sirius Black finally felt a love that he knew was real, after realizing that Emma was the girl who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
"I love you Mrs Black." "I love you too, Mr Black.”
honest detailed opinions+best feature of ; andromeda, marley, emma, lily, vi and ellaaa
Ugh, okay.
Andromeda: Andy is my cousin, as everybody knows. She understands me more than the other Blacks, and I appreciate it greater than anybody would ever suspect. I feel as if I'm not alone in the world with Andy around, since she believes in the same things as I do, lessening the pain and betrayal that I feel inside. I am proud to call her a friend, because that's all she has ever been to me. Her best feature is her personality -- everybody loves Andy.
Marlene: Mar is one of my closest friends. It is as if she is a female version of me, hidden behind a curtain of bouncy blonde hair. I think I know her better than anybody else, besides James, and she knows me just as well back. I do love everything about her, and somehow have a constant need to protect her from everything out in the wide world. She is my favourite person, no doubt about it. Her best feature is her smile -- it brightens even the saddest of days, and we both seem to be lost without it.
Emma: Emma Vanity is the girl who I have known throughout my entire life, besides the Black sisters. We have been friends since childhood and that has never changed. I believe that Emma deserves to be happier with anybody but myself.. as whatever I do, I cause her heartache. I love her more than anybody could imagine but I always pull away.. frightened that I will break her heart again. Carrow will make her happy, I just know it.. I hope it. Her best feature is her eyes -- they're the windows to her soul.. you can tell how she's thinking just be looking into them.
Lily: Remus's new girl.. I can't believe that. Lily has been around for nearly five years and without her.. it seems as if something is missing. I adore her and her charm. She is genuine to herself as well as others, and I am proud to call Lily a part of my family. Her best feature would be that fiery red hair -- now I know what drives all of the boys absolutely crazy.
Violet: I have never met a girl who has caused more trouble than Vi. Just imagine James without the glasses and the guitar, emerged into a very attractive womans body.. and there you have Violet. She always manages to liven up a room when she enters it, as if there is somewhat of a sensor attached to her. She always has a constant smile which masks her next evil prank or trick that's hiding up her sleeve. Her best feature is her personality -- what can I say, she's just like James.
Ella: Ella is the opposite of Marlene. Instead of being a raging party girl, she is a quiet and secluded girl, who is always generally kind and nice toward anybody that she passes. I always tell her to be more spontaneous, but her goodie two shoes attitude is always standing in her way. Everybody deserves to have a person like Ella in their lives, just to make it that much more sincere. Her best feature would also be her smile -- the one thing that is reciprocated throughout the McKinnon girls that I simply adore.
