The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
Sirius has been humming to himself for a minute straight while we switched towers, walking towards McGonagall's office for our detention.
I sigh and walk ahead of him, wanting out of this detention as quickly as I could.
Minerva McGonagall was sitting behind her desk with a cup of tea in her pale hands, a tray of biscuits in front of her and an annoyed look on her face.
"You two are late."
"It's her fault," Sirius said at once. "She was busy . . . snoring in the library, all cuddled — "
"It is my fault, professor." I cut him off quickly. "I went to the library to study and lost track of time."
McGonagall clicked her tongue and nodded. "Have a biscuit."
"I'm sor — " I frowned. "What?"
"Have a biscuit, Ms Hawke. And Mr Black."
Sirius shrugged, hopped on the elevated floor where her desk was and picked up a buttery warm biscuit. "What's the occasion, Minnie? I didn't know you took my dating joke siriusly."
"Oh, certainly not Mr Black." She nearly rolled her eyes. "I was just about to leave. A few Auror members are going to be coming to the school for a meeting. I will need to attend. For the time being," She tapped her fingers on the desk. "you both will sit here quietly."
"We just have to sit?" I asked, confused.
"That is punishment enough for you two." Minerva smiled, "I believe you are having certain individual problems. So sit, have biscuits and stay here until I return."
"But — "
"Mister Filch would be just outside the door," Minerva promised, standing up and dusting crumbs off her dress. "With Mrs Norris. Do not even think, of escaping."
"But — "
"No buts, Miss Hawke."
Sirius pressed a fist to his mouth at that and I had to do all in my power to not smile. We were behaving like thirteen-year-olds who'd just hit adolescence and found everything dirty.
When McGonagall had left, I climbed down to the office chairs and took a few biscuits to munch on.
Sirius moved here and there, opening cabinets and examining quills. I knew for a fact he was already, terribly bored. And my being here was certainly not helping. He kind of disliked me, I think. Plus who knew what Ella told him about me?
Minerva McGonagall's office was a small study located off of the first-floor corridor, to the right of a staircase ascending to the Serpentine Corridor on the third floor. It had a large fireplace, windows overlooking the Training Grounds and the Quidditch pitch and a sparse stone-floored bedroom behind a concealed door, which obviously, Sirius had opened.
