The Golden Son

First Day At Work

After the whole encounter that had happened with Sirius, he apparently felt worse than I thought he did.... He took me clothes shopping for work.

"This wasn't your idea was it?" I asked

I didn't bother turning around, I was looking at the clothes on the endless racks in the store.

"It was a mutual decision" Sirius answered, he was making it obvious that he didn't want to be there.

While he didn't seem scared of the other witches and wizards in the shop seeing him, he wanted to be literally anywhere else but in this shop.

"Your facial expression and demeanor say that's a lie, but I'll let it slide." I replied

"Just pick an outfit so we can leave"

"Fine"

I pulled multiple outfits from the racks, bringing them to the fitting rooms to try them on and see if they'd actually be acceptable for work.

"I said one...."

"And I'm picking one, give me a minute"

"One from a pile of twenty, sounds easy"

"Your sarcasm is unnecessary"

After trying on roughly half of the outfits I'd brought in the room with me, I found the only one I'd even remotely liked up until that point.

Then I walked out to ask for Sirius's opinion.... Which may not have been the best decision.

"What do you think?" I asked, smoothing down the pencil skirt

"You look great, now let's leave!"

When I looked up at him he had his head back, looking up at the ceiling, with a look of boredom on his face.

"You're not even looking at me, how do you know I'm not wearing a paper bag?"

"You didn't bring a paper bag in with you"

"Can you just give me an honest opinion about the outfit? I'd like to not make a fool of myself on my first day."

He eventually did look at me and he seemed to like it, so I went with it.

"You don't need accessories or whatever it is women put with their damned clothes?" Sirius sounded done with the entire situation.

"No, Gran left me her jewelry collection when she passed away"

"Walburga did what?" He sounded confused, which I thought was amusing

"Not her, good lord, that sounds like a gift from hell, she'd probably curse it on her death bed. I'm talking about Hope, not Walburga."

"I'll never get used to you calling them that, that was nice of her though."

"I honestly don't know how you didn't know she did that"

He turned his head to look at me, quirking an eyebrow as if to say 'really'.

"Sirius, Hope died in 1980. When I was 4!"

"Really? 14 years ago? How did I not hear about that?"

"You did, you just weren't paying attention."

"That's quite the accusation" he had the audacity to sound offended

"You were drunk! There I was, 4 years old, trying to get dad to stop crying, meanwhile you're pouring another glass of Firewhisky. I'm pretty sure Uncle James hit you in the back of the head."

"That sounds about right, though if I was drinking I'm pretty sure you were supposed to be in bed."

"I tell you all of that and all you have to say is 'you should've been in bed', really?"