astronomy • marlene mckinnon

forty nine

Astraea didn't remember when she had fallen asleep, well to be honest, everything had been a blur after Regulus had left the room saying the worst thing he could ever say. He was angry with her, and for a good reason, she didn't blame him for that. But once again, a Black sibling had let their anger get the better of them and let it out in words which killed harder than a knife would and now all her thoughts were being haunted by his words.

She opened her eyes, waking up in Evan's bed by the sound of the opening door which creaked a lot if she had to be honest. She adjusted her eyes to the darkness which surrounded her as she heard voices near the door.

"Took you long enough," Evan Rosier's voice flooded in her ears and the girl furrowed her eyebrows, her thoughts spiralling, who could he be talking to?

"It's not my fault your owl is slow as fuck— I came here as fast as I could," A reply came in a very irritated tone and she recognised it to belong to her twin brother. Wait. What?

"You've got to leave before anyone sees you, alright? If anyone finds out, they'll kill us all."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Now why don't you move out of my way and let me see my sister?"

If Astraea was confused then, she was really really confused right now because what in the name of Merlin's ballsack was happening? She decided that it was probably just a dream or she had just gone crazy from the previous events of the night because there was no possible way that Sirius Black and Evan Rosier were in the same room.

She felt someone slide into the bed right behind her and sure enough Sirius' voice reached her ears, "Oi— Rea, are you awake?"

She turned around carefully, trying not to put pressure on her left arm as all signs of sleepiness vanished entirely, her eyes wide, making sure that it was truly her very much disowned brother who was speaking but it was too dark to tell so she whispered out, "Sirius? Is that you?"

"Who else would it be?"

"What— how are you even here?"

"Well, Rosier sent me a letter saying that you might need some brotherly cheering up, so here I am."

"Turn on the lamp beside you, I can't see shit," The raven-haired girl spoke up and after a light sound of movement a soft golden glow had filled the room and sure enough, Sirius Black was sitting on the bed, grinning at her but anyone could see that his eyes were full of concern. She immediately pulled the covers up to her chest, even though she was wearing a shirt too big for her which belonged to Evan because who would want to sleep in an evening dress? She smiled at him, keeping the arm which was covered in bandages hidden, "How are you even here?"

"Don't you worry about that, I have my ways," He gave her a sly smirk before he frowned at her. "Now, you and Regulus got into a fight, the bad kind? That's a first— it's usually me, tell me what happened."

"It's nothing," she muttered, turning away from his eyes and focusing on the ceiling above her.

Sirius scoffed and she gave him a look to which he rolled his eyes, "If it was nothing, you wouldn't be here, of all places. If you don't want to say anything, that's fine but don't tell me that it's nothing, because you and I both know that's a lie."

The raven-haired girl sighed and mumbled under her breath, "He hates me."

Sirius furrowed his brows, "What"

"He hates me."

"Reg?"

"Who else?"

It was quiet for a moment before Sirius let out a sigh, "I suppose he'll just have to get over it."