Black Rose [Regulus Black]

30 - transgiflated mouths & forgotten desserts

The next day, Alessandra found that her brain was completely scrambled.

She frowned and tilted her head to the side, eying the green earrings in her right hand.

Her scrutinizing gaze then shifted to the cute pink earrings in her other hand.

She bit the inside of her cheek as her attention moved back to the green earrings, and then finally, her eyes darted back to her reflection in the mirror.

The green ones brought out her eyes, but the pink earrings went with her dress.

Green, go with the green, a voice seemed to whisper in her head.

She wrinkled her nose, staring at the green earrings skeptically, until the doorbell rang.

Green, put on the green!

She hissed in pain as she furiously put on the earrings, putting the pink ones aside and cleaning the room with a flick of her wrist. The doorbell rang once again and she ran towards the door, almost tripping on the carpet in the process. She threw open the door enthusiastically with a large smile on her face —

Sirius stood there casually, leaning on her doorframe.

"Oh. It's you."

He scoffed. "Could you look any more disappointed?"

"No, it'll always be reserved for you," she beamed at him.

"I see my darling mother is rubbing off on you."

She shuddered. "Don't ever say that again."

"Alright but can I disagree when I enter?"

"When? More like if."

"Alessandra, darling," Sirius took a step forward.

The deadpan look she gave him was enough to send him one step back.

"I come in peace," he raised his hands hastily.

She tried to sneak a peak behind him, and then sighed and grudgingly let him in.

"So, what brings you here today?" she asked, a little skeptical of how happy he looked. She still wasn't sure where they stood: he seemed to think they were friends and it would be easy for her to go with it, but at the same time, she wanted to be careful.

He inhaled deeply and crossed over the threshold into her house, and she secretly marveled at his audacity. "I was thinking..."

"Oh, dear..."

His lips twitched upward at that. "More like stag. Anyways, I was thinking, we really have gotten off to a wrong start-"

"-gee, I wonder why-"

"-and it would be great to mend some broken bridges, blah blah blah, so maybe we could go out for dinner, all of us?"

"All of us?"

"Me, Prongs, Moony, you, Reggie, maybe Wormtail if his mother's feeling alright."

It took her a while to realise that he was actually being... serious.

"Because it went so well the last time," she drawled.

"Admittedly, no," he ruffled his hair. "But, that was due to misunderstandings."

"Yeah, misunderstanding how much of a dick you are!"

"Now, now," he said hastily, seeing the way her lips had turned downwards. "I like to think we were justified."

"You don't think."

"In my defence, hear me out, would I be wrong for assuming that he was a Death Eater when he himself admitted it to Dumbledore?