#sirius-underfire

[andromeda-underfire-blog]

Christmas Morning Delivery

Je vous considère plus d'un ami qu'un membre de la famille. Quand il vient à moi, qui est le plus beau compliment que je peux donner. Je suis si fier de toi. I’ll stop by for Christmas, but have these things for a rainy day in with Ted…as well as one thing just for you, and something for the half-pint to have to remind her of her favority (only??) uncle. -S

[littlestlestrange]

[owl from Emma and definitely not Sirius] I have something that might interest you. -E

Is this your way of asking to meet up? -Rab

[incorrectmarauderquotes]

Do you have a favorite James player, or blog? What about Sirius?

Raylee was my favorite James.  We jily’d it up together for years in a few different groups.

Amanda was my favorite Sirius.  We just clicked, and it was amazing.

Unfortunately I’ve never been one to stalk rp blogs, so although I’m sure there are many amazing rpers out there, I can’t direct you to any I haven’t personally rped with.  I’ve just switched over to the indie scene, but I still haven’t gotten my footing, so no new favs over there yet.

[bellatrix-warriorofthestars]

[a parcel containing a magical first aid kit, including skele-gro, bandages and a thin book titled 'Curse Curing for the Clumsy'] Happy Christmas! Enjoy mum-daughter bonding time! -Your favorite, Sirius

The last thing Bellatrix expected was to see one of the school owls rapping at her window, parcel attached to its leg. Holding up her gown for the ball with one hand, she used the other to open the glass and remove the owl of its burden. She tossed it on her bed, curious to see who it was fun when her mother's voice echoed up the stairs.

It sat there forgotten for several hours until she returned to her room and collapsed on her bed, exhausted and with more than a little alcohol in her system. She landed on something lumpy and reached for it, tearing off the paper to reveal a first aid kit. A note fluttered out and as she read it, she smiled for an instant before remembering. It was times like these, where everything seemed so normal, that were the worst. She fell asleep, her thoughts spiraling downward.

In the early hours of the morning, she woke with her dress wrinkled and the note clutched in her hand. Resolve and revenge immediately rolled through her. She had a few hours before her family began their festivities, and it had to be used efficiently if she were to pull it off.

[-missmary]

Picking Bones | Sirius & Mary

It didn't used to be so common to find Mary MacDonald tucked away in the corner of the library. She had once been the girl that found every excuse to procrastinate like Marlene, and teast Lily for being so studeious. Hoever, since seventh year was arguably the only year that grades actually mattered, she had been buckling down and hitting the books pretty hard. At least, that was what she was telling her friends when they called her out for spending so much time in the library. The truth was, she was terrified of failing to thrive out in the real wizarding world. Getting decent grades was her armour to disprove the prejudice that muggle-borns were lesser witches.

Hr concentration on her Transfiguration homework was interrupted by a strange sound. She knew that noise didn't belong in the stillness of the library even before she realized it was the sound of flapping wings. Looking up, she was shocked to discover an owl, with a note attached to it's leg. She had a pretty good guess who it was from - Sirius. They had been owling each other over the past few days, since Mary hadn't been able to find him in person to yell about how angry she was. She quickly took the scroll that the owl offered her and shooed it away before the librarian caught sight and kicked her out.

By the time you read this, I’m going to be in the library finding you. I hope you didn’t overestimate my character. Of course he’s not that bad. He’s one of my best mates. He’s just never been a wordsmith with the ladies. -S

After reading the note she rolled her eyes and glanced around the library for any signs of him. She had almost expected to find Sirius lounging on the chair across from her, as he often had weirdly good timing on things like this. He was no where in sight though, so she shook her head and returned to her essay.

[sirius-underfire]

Don’t do “anything” you say? So I don’t have to apologize, then. Does that count as “anything”? Can’t do it. Mary said so. Sorry about it. Merlin knows I’m going to be the last person to hold that over your head. You should be keeping your distance from him. There’s no shame in it. Nor is there shame in taking action to protect your housemates thank you very much. (We need to talk about your taste in men, Mary, honestly). Me and McKinnon aren’t friends, Mary. That’s a moot point. 

Don’t worry, I’m picturing it in my mind. Your sass is both recognized and appreciated. Are you alright? -S

[-missmary]

Ugh, stop being such a selective reader. You know what it is that I don't want you to do anything about. You will not do anything about Mulciber. It's luck I haven't seen much of him this year anyways, but I've digressed. To needlessly clarify myself, I still think you need to apologize to Marlene, friends or not. You two have got to be the only two 7th year Gryffindors that aren't friendly - even James and Lily are getting along. (What's wrong with my taste in men? Do tell, who should I be setting my sights on then?)

Wow, that's the second time I've been called sassy today. If one more person calls me sassy today I'm changing my middle name to sassy. I'm fine, I'm not to worry about. - Mary

[bellatrix-warriorofthestars]

Coming to Blows || Sirius & Bellatrix

Bellatrix pulled her bag up onto her shoulder, immediately heading from potions - her last class of the day - to the doors leading out of the castle. She felt confined and desperately needed air. It was a crisp fall day, and the wind that greeted her as she pushed through the doors immediately helped clear her head.

It was too much. She hadn't want Andie to find out, not to any extent. The one thing that seemed to be in her favor was that it hadn't spread around the school, or Merlin forbid, the Wildfire. She didn't care if people knew, but she wanted them to find out on her terms. There was going to be another round of fights, with her sisters, with Marlene, and she would rather get past that first.

She dumped her book bag next to a tree on the edge of the lake, letting her head fall back against the wood. It was nice to be away from it, to not have to deal with the looks. She didn't feel guilty, Bellatrix Black was not one to feel guilty. What she couldn't stand was how she was expected to be.