Vivicendium ➝ Sirius Black/OC

Ignoti nulla cupido

Chapter Fourteen | Ignoti nulla cupido

[No desire exists for an unknown thing]

"My name is Sirius Black, and I'm a womanizing arsehole?" Sirius questions, repeating the words as if he can't quite believe that he'd heard her right. From the way Vivian is smirking at him, though, it's clear enough that he has.

With a scoff, he shoves his parchment and quill away and mutters, "I'd ask if you were serious, but that question always seems to backfire on me for some reason."

Vivian barks out a laugh that isn't exactly a laugh, because nothing that comes out of Sirius Black's mouth would ever actually amuse her (or so she thinks in this moment), and leans against the desk at the front of the unused classroom. She'd already scourgified it, lest she get her pristine robes dirty. There had been a thick layer of dust and grim that had settled into the wood, and had probably been there for years.

"Would you rather do some cleaning instead?" Vivian drawls as she crosses her legs and leans back. She blinks over at where Sirius is sitting in one of the creaking, ancient chairs, and raises a flippant eyebrow.

He scowls at her. As he pulls the parchment back towards him, he mumbles, "I'd rather hear you go on about how jealous you are of my hair."

He makes a show of uncapping his inkpot and dipping his quill into it, taking more time than necessary to tap off the excess. Vivian watches in cool disregard, and merely returns, "The charm only lasts a few hours. If you think that any of my spells will help in your childish pranks, you're wrong."

Sirius immediately scoffs, "Well it made a fool out of you all day, so I think it worked rather well, personally."

Their eyes clash, grey to brown, and the glowers that they send each other are severe and encompassing.

Vivian sniffs and haughtily proclaims, "One hundred lines should do it. I've got things to do tonight and they don't include babysitting you until curfew."

In addition to finishing up her Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment on the various Dark creatures that the Patronus charm will ward against, Vivian also has to brush up on her fuþorc runes in case Professor Gillanders makes good on her threat of giving them all a pop quiz. She also has the Delphinus star to chart for Astronomy, and an essay involving the mythology behind it – all due before the weekend. If that isn't enough to exhaust her as it is, she has patrols tonight, too. Honestly, she doesn't even know why Dumbledore thought it was a good idea to make her a prefect. It isn't as if she's a stellar student. Concerning academics, she rarely goes above and beyond what is expected of her. As for the other aspects of her life, well, her social standing is questionable, at best. She's been known to get into altercations with others when pressed, and certainly isn't above throwing a jinx or two at someone just for a bit of fun.

Sirius doesn't look very impressed with the thought of her full schedule. He rolls his eyes and leans over the desk to begin scratching out, 'My name is Sirius Black...', and as he does, he grumbles, "What, planning on practicing your curses tonight with your Death Eater friends?"

He expects a snarky response to fly from her lips immediately, or a good verbal lashing and a well-rounded insult. Instead, he receives silence. When Vivian doesn't answer him, Sirius lifts his head to catch her eye, only to find that she's already staring at him. The heaviness of her gaze gives him pause, but only for a moment.

"Have I offended the great Vivian Blair?" Sirius sighs with mocking derision. He stops in the middle of the word 'womanizer' and turns his full attention on the only woman in the general vicinity. That is, if one could even call Vivian a woman. To him, she's more like a heartless ghoul.