Style // Sirius Black

Chapter VI

She was growing massively annoyed. It was uncommon for Lyra Potter to be annoyed with the Black brothers, but typically, the elder suffered the brunt of her anger. But when everywhere she turned, Regulus Black was creeping around the same corner or staring at her across the Great Hall; she becomes short. Lyra would have quickly taken him down if it weren't because he was a rumoured Death Eater. Though, with the Black family history, it wouldn't surprise her. Sometimes she was suspicious of Sirius even, wondering if he perhaps was a rat for the Dark Lord, learning all of Hogwarts secrets.

Not to mention, James had warned her it was a dangerous game going up against any of the Slytherins. Especially when it was someone as powerful as Regulus, that didn't stop Lyra; however, from being so incredibly annoyed, she almost hexed him from across the Quidditch Pitch when she saw him lurking at the Gryffindor practice.

It went on like that for a month, yet the blonde managed to keep her composure and didn't slip up. This left Regulus unscathed in his sneaky habits. Whenever it was just Pierre and Lyra, he was always sitting not too far away. She wondered if he was trying to recruit one of them for a devious plan or somehow take the Gryffindors down. Whatever it was, on Halloween, Lyra had had enough of it.

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"Any new letters?" Lily asked as she finished pinning her fiery hair back, glancing over at the younger Potter twin.

Lyra stared down at the letter in her hand, knowing Lily prompted her to tell her what it said. The person writing them was becoming more cryptic and vague with their answers. But she had established they were a male, but they neither confirmed nor denied their House allegiance. She wondered if a Gryffindor was leaving these notes around for someone of another house. Maybe it was Lockhart, who never seemed to understand that Lyra had zero interest in him.

It had been two months, and he couldn't take the hint.

"Yeah," Lyra whispered, staring at the handwriting, "They're going to be at the costume party tonight. I think they're dressing as a masquerade, but I'm not sure."

"Perhaps your secret admirer is Narcissa," Marlene teased as she walked from the bathroom, smoothing over her blonde curls, grinning as she looked in the mirror, "Sirius owes me 100 sickles."

Lyra glanced up from the parchment and gasped at the way her friend looked. Marlene was rough around the edges of the group. She always wore some muggle band shirt with a leather jacket; sporting ripped jeans she made herself. But now, she wore a tight, pink, spandex dress with her hair curled and pinned perfectly. Lyra snorted as she realized what the girl was dressed up as. Barbie, one of the muggle toys Lily introduced them to.

"100 sickles?" Lyra scoffed, "Trying to run him dry?"

"Apparently, you're the talk of the Black household," Lily chirped, grinning at the Potter, "Thanks to Regulus."

"What does Regulus Black have to say about me?" Lyra scoffed, thumbing over the slightly raised letters.

"Sirius reckons he may be admiring you from afar," Marlene sang, tossing the other blonde the bow to complete her Alice costume, "I think you two would be a fit couple."

"I'll pass," Lyra muttered, nibbling her bottom lip as she beckoned the two over, "Come listen to the most recent letter."

'You're a hard one to figure out, Lyra.

Whenever I feel as though I'm getting closer, you flee

Who was it that hurt you?

See you at the party, Ringmaster.

Keep an eye out for the one with the mask.