Post by sirius on Mar 18, 2006 22:18:19 GMT -5
I hate my brother.....
The words seemed to resound in his head as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He quickly changed into a black shirt and a pair of jeans. He ran a hand through his hair, his bangs casually falling back into his eyes, and exited the dorm, hearing his stomach growl. He smirked and decided to head for the kitchens, where he was sure he would immediately get pummeled by the house elves. He then began to think of his brother, Regulus, and his smirk faded, only to be replaced with a scowl, yet he no reason to think about Regulus. He had only began to think of him because of the fight they had had recently. That git of a brother had caused him so much hell while being in this school, not to mention, so did Bellatrix. Oh, Bella. Boy was she a work of art. Parading around Hogwarts saying that Purebloods should rule the school and the Wizarding World. It sickened him and made him want to punch her right in the nose. But, alas, he would do no such thing. If he did, well, perfect prefect Lily Evans would be on his tail faster than you could say 'Quidditch.' He sighed and then began to think of all his friends, the only good thing happening in his life at the moment. Good ol' Prongs, always there to cheer him up when he was feeling down and his partner in crime. Moony, the more civilized of the Marauders and more rule abiding, but helped in some of thier pranks nonetheless, unless he found them too mean. And of course, how could one forget of Wormtail, the lug of a boy who always followed him and James around constantly. He smirked at the thought of that boy trailing him and his best mate while doing a prank.
Ah, that one really spectacular prank. One of their best if Sirius Black said so himself. They had pranked McGonagall and oh what a day it had been. Sure, they had put a bit of toadstool in her drink by accident and had gotten detention for a month, but it had been worth it. It had been worth it to see the look of anger yet amusement upon the Transfiguration Professor's face. He shook his head, this being the only time he had even been the tiniest bit happy in the past couple of weeks. What with hearing from Regulus, whom was a git. Did he mention that? He thought he did, having thought his brother was a slimy git ever since he had learned to speak. Anyway, getting back to the point. After hearing from the devil, I mean, Regulus, that his parents had blasted him off the god damn family tree for not believing in the Pureblood mania that seemed to be rocketing around the Wizarding World, he seemed to be a lot more....depressed and subdued.
At times, he would lock himself up in the dorm, ignoring the pressing questions from his best mates. He hadn't wanted to speak to anyone. Of course, he hated his family and they hated him back. But, when he had first been born and hadn't gone to Hogwarts yet, therefore getting accepted in Gryffindor, they treated him exceptionally well. Yet when they had heard from Bellatrix, damn her, that he had been sorted into Gryffindor it had been bon voyage for him and his good ties with the family, not that his ties with them were very good to start with. They hated him for it and then they began to despise him more when he had come home for the summer and he had argued with them about that damn Pureblood mania crap and it had made him so furious that he packed up his bags and just left. He had just left that god for saken place he had once called home. He guessed that he was depressed because he actually had a family and now that he didn't have one, technically speaking of course, he realized how horrible he was at living life normally without supervision provided by adults. Although, he reasoned, he hadn't really abided by the Black house rules very much anyway, thinking they were a waste of time and didn't matter when it came to the real world, resulting in his Mum yelling at him, yet again. He finally reached the kitchens and he answered, much to the pleasure of the house elves, who bombarded him with food and saying things like 'Oh, Mr. Black. Can we get you anything?' He smiled and shook his head, now strolling over to a table, not noticing that there was someone in the room. He placed his chin in his hands and stared at the wall opposite him, his usual gentle and calm grey eyes filled with anger and sadness.
The words seemed to resound in his head as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He quickly changed into a black shirt and a pair of jeans. He ran a hand through his hair, his bangs casually falling back into his eyes, and exited the dorm, hearing his stomach growl. He smirked and decided to head for the kitchens, where he was sure he would immediately get pummeled by the house elves. He then began to think of his brother, Regulus, and his smirk faded, only to be replaced with a scowl, yet he no reason to think about Regulus. He had only began to think of him because of the fight they had had recently. That git of a brother had caused him so much hell while being in this school, not to mention, so did Bellatrix. Oh, Bella. Boy was she a work of art. Parading around Hogwarts saying that Purebloods should rule the school and the Wizarding World. It sickened him and made him want to punch her right in the nose. But, alas, he would do no such thing. If he did, well, perfect prefect Lily Evans would be on his tail faster than you could say 'Quidditch.' He sighed and then began to think of all his friends, the only good thing happening in his life at the moment. Good ol' Prongs, always there to cheer him up when he was feeling down and his partner in crime. Moony, the more civilized of the Marauders and more rule abiding, but helped in some of thier pranks nonetheless, unless he found them too mean. And of course, how could one forget of Wormtail, the lug of a boy who always followed him and James around constantly. He smirked at the thought of that boy trailing him and his best mate while doing a prank.
Ah, that one really spectacular prank. One of their best if Sirius Black said so himself. They had pranked McGonagall and oh what a day it had been. Sure, they had put a bit of toadstool in her drink by accident and had gotten detention for a month, but it had been worth it. It had been worth it to see the look of anger yet amusement upon the Transfiguration Professor's face. He shook his head, this being the only time he had even been the tiniest bit happy in the past couple of weeks. What with hearing from Regulus, whom was a git. Did he mention that? He thought he did, having thought his brother was a slimy git ever since he had learned to speak. Anyway, getting back to the point. After hearing from the devil, I mean, Regulus, that his parents had blasted him off the god damn family tree for not believing in the Pureblood mania that seemed to be rocketing around the Wizarding World, he seemed to be a lot more....depressed and subdued.
At times, he would lock himself up in the dorm, ignoring the pressing questions from his best mates. He hadn't wanted to speak to anyone. Of course, he hated his family and they hated him back. But, when he had first been born and hadn't gone to Hogwarts yet, therefore getting accepted in Gryffindor, they treated him exceptionally well. Yet when they had heard from Bellatrix, damn her, that he had been sorted into Gryffindor it had been bon voyage for him and his good ties with the family, not that his ties with them were very good to start with. They hated him for it and then they began to despise him more when he had come home for the summer and he had argued with them about that damn Pureblood mania crap and it had made him so furious that he packed up his bags and just left. He had just left that god for saken place he had once called home. He guessed that he was depressed because he actually had a family and now that he didn't have one, technically speaking of course, he realized how horrible he was at living life normally without supervision provided by adults. Although, he reasoned, he hadn't really abided by the Black house rules very much anyway, thinking they were a waste of time and didn't matter when it came to the real world, resulting in his Mum yelling at him, yet again. He finally reached the kitchens and he answered, much to the pleasure of the house elves, who bombarded him with food and saying things like 'Oh, Mr. Black. Can we get you anything?' He smiled and shook his head, now strolling over to a table, not noticing that there was someone in the room. He placed his chin in his hands and stared at the wall opposite him, his usual gentle and calm grey eyes filled with anger and sadness.
