"My feet hurt so much." I held onto Sirius's arm as I pulled my heels off, leaving me in a black lace slip dress that draped down to the floor along with gold bangles and necklaces and earrings. Sirius's tie was undone, loosely hanging around his neck while he'd unbuttoned his white blouse, revealing the tattoos on his upper chest along with a bit of chest hair. He'd pulled off his trench coat but he'd kept his waistcoat on.
"I love you so much." He grinned, cupping both my cheeks as we began to approach the kitchen. He leaned down and pushed his forehead against mine with a smile. I smiled back at him, "You, Sirius, had a few too many drinks." I continued to walk toward the kitchen.
Sirius grabbed my hand and spun me around, like he used to do, "No. I haven't."
I held both of his cheeks, pecking his lips before we entered the dining room, "I beg to differ."
"Merry Christmas Eve, everyone," Sirius said as we entered the kitchen, everyone was halfway through dinner. I leaned down and placed my shoes beside the entrance before greeting everyone,
"Where have you two been?" Molly asked, dishing plates for us,
"Sorry, we're late, got caught up in some business." Sirius glanced over at Arthur, "Arthur, you're healing well, I see." Sirius smiled as if he didn't help me use Mehen to try and kill him.
"Thank you, Sirius, I'm feeling much better." Arthur smiled obliviously,
"How was your first term?" I asked politely, using my knife to slice a piece of the roast lamb. I stabbed a chunk of potato, shovelling it into my mouth while the seven said in sync, "Horrible."
"Cheer up, can't be that bad." Remus sighed, pouring gravy over his vegetables, it was his second serving that night due to the full moon coming up. Dominic had been ticking him off purposely like he did every month and Sirius was very mad about it because it was supposed to be his job to piss off Moony. "Umbridge is horrid!" Hermione exclaimed, taking a small bite of the sweet potato. She covered her hand with her mouth to continue her sentence, "She's cruel in the worst of ways. Cass, Harry, have you shown her—?"
"No. It's fine." Cass glared at Hermione,
"What haven't you shown me?" I turned to Cass,
"Nothing, mum, it's fine."
"Cass – you ought to tell her—"
"Bugger off, Hermione." She gripped her knife and fork extremely tightly.
"Harry, you tell Lillian—"
"Hermione!" Cass threw her hands up, turning to Harry, "You dare say anything, Potter—"
"What are you hiding from me?" I raised my eyebrows,
"Nothing," Cass said, grumpily, placing her head in her hand,
"I'm an FBI agent, don't make me treat you like a damn criminal." I snapped angrily, "What the fuck are you hiding, Cassiopeia?"
"Nothing!" She shouted angrily, "God! You don't have to know everything about my life! It's not like I know anything about yours!"
"Keep your voice down at the table." I placed my cutlery down,
She went silent for a while as fumes wanted to seep from her ears.
I turned to Harry and cleared my throat, "Harry, care to share?"
Harry went pale, looking between Cass and me. I had a stern glare and Cass had learnt to mirror mine. "Um... well..."
"Shut it, Potter." Cass grimaced through gritted teeth.
"You're giving yourself away," I told Cass, giving her a glare. She turned to me, mirroring it once again.
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Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black
FanfictionThe blade in her grasp ached her wrist. Like an uncleaned paintbrush, the remnants of her work remained on the delicate steel. Crimson paint smothered her canvas. His chest was hollow. The paint ran through every wrinkle in her weighted palm like a...
