Growing on me Sirius x OC

10) Misunderstandings

So what if it had been months? He didn't look like the type to take the time to respond to letters. He probably thought that their conversation before all hell broke loose was enough of a goodbye. They would probably go back to their pattern of ignorance after school started.

 I kept trying to convince myself that this didn't mean anything to him. After all, he was Sirius Black. He had moved on and I needed to accept that.

A small part of me kept replaying that night on a loop. The softness in his eyes. The way he said my name. The way it felt like sparks were fizzing around in my stomach for no reason at all. This was silly of me. I didn't have much love for him before everything so why did 2 hours leave me all tied up in thoughts of seeing him again?

I let out a strangled scream and threw another piece of parchment on the floor. I sat there and wondered yet again why I cared so fucking much.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard a knock on my door. I looked into the mirror to see how bad I looked. Just as terrible as yesterday.

 Great. 

I cast a few cosmetic charms before opening the door. Ella, my favorite house elf was looking up at me with something that looked suspiciously like concern in her eyes. She handed me a note and left before I could ask her anything.

Dear Jasmine,

Safe.

S.B.

I couldn't keep the rush of relief from rushing through my veins. It was overwhelming. He was safe. Sirius was safe. Everything had gone according to plan. 

There was a niggling thought in the back of my mind. Why was it Ella who gave me the note? Why wasn't it my owl, Olive? Where was Olive? Why did the note not have an envelope?

There was a cold feeling seeping into my heart. My parents had found out. I was going to be punished. 

The last time I was punished was when I asked to try out for the Quidditch team in third year. I thought that since my parents didn't care much about sports, they wouldn't care if I at least tried out, but I got a very long lecture, from my father of all people, about how unwomanly the sport was and that I should know better than to try to bring more shame to their family after my sorting debacle. 

She had been 13 and she was still filled with the euphoria that Hogwarts filled her with. It took a couple of words that she never would have otherwise uttered that resulted in a slap across her face and instructions to make sure she was punished. She had walked with her mom and looked at her for an explanation. Anything that made her stinging cheek make sense.

All she received was a stern look filled with equal parts warning and pain before her mother swept off with orders to give her dinner after she learned her lesson. It had been years but she was still filled with fear at the thought of things taking a turn for the worse again.

She cleaned up for the first time in a while. She made sure her room was spotless before taking a long soak in the tub. As soon as she got out she dried her black hair with a flick of her wand and started braiding it. She slipped into casual dress robes and cast the last few cosmetic charms before taking a deep breath and looking into the mirror. Her mask was on firmly and she looked the best she had in months. 

It was with a sigh that she headed down to the circular room that served as a study and a living room, and sat down on her favorite armchair.

Her mother looked up from her book in surprise which shifted into understanding.

"Your Father doesn't know."

"Why?" I asked. This meant that she was the one who had intercepted the letter. She had probably guessed everything by now, so why was she so calm? There were no traces of any of the emotions she had expected. Only this infuriating calm. She wanted her mom to scream at her and tell her how wrong she was. Why wasn't she saying anything?