Emerald green ~ Sirius Black

[002] 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦

Seven (Taylor Swift)-

I think your house is haunted,

Your dad is always mad and that must be why,

And I think you should come live with me,

 and we can be pirates

Then you won't have to cry

Or hide in the closet

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1967

The ball season was a never-ending stream of frilly dresses and tired greetings for me.

Even though I wasn't old enough to have any substantial role in the party-going, I was still required to show up at every soiree. My mother would insist on dressing me in a big ballgown and would spray my hair with far too much hairspray, all for a few hours of meaningless greetings and exhausting small talk.

I had never been a fan of chit-chat. I apparently had a loose tongue, a thing that my mother constantly chastised which made talking a harder activity than it should be. I'd go over every response, every quick-witted comment that came to my mind had to be suppressed until I was something resembling a mute, only nodding and smiling as the conversation drew on, but hey! My mother's happy!

The other kids were much like me, but no one was as good at stopping the constant blunders of their minds as they navigated through a conversation. I was only so good at it because I had learned at an early age to tell people what they wanted to hear or face the consequences.

That's why I sat across from Mr. Rosier, nodding politely as his two children squabbled next to him. The Rosier twins are well-known in the community. The girl, Pandora is quite timid, I've been lucky enough to talk to the girl a few times and she's nice.

The boy -Evan- is a constant bundle of energy, he couldn't stay quiet if his mouth was glued shut but that didn't bother me. It was nice to have someone filling the silence.

"You three are the same age I suppose?" Mr. Rosier asked, peering down at the children whilst my Father stood next to him.

I smile at him politely, glancing at my father before answering, "Yes sir, due to start Hogwarts in 4 years."

The man chuckled lightly, "Counting down the days already my dear," that's the thing about the Rosier family. Despite the Pureblood stereotype that all Parents practiced cruelty to the point of abuse, there was one family in particular who staunched those rumors, proving it to be a lie.

The twins had never had a hand laid on them or a word spat in their faces. Their parents practically besotted over them. They trained them nonetheless to know that muggleborns and blood-traitors were scum, it was expected in this social circle. If you didn't teach your children that, you were practically a blood-traitor yourself.

"I am too Father," Evan told the man confidently, "Hopefully Pandy will finally leave me alone."

The boy's sister hit him across the head, her blue eyes darting over his face in annoyance, "You wouldn't last a minute without me," she scolded him, "and I'd prefer it if you shut your mouth please."

Their father chuckled, placing a hand on Pandora's shoulder as his eyes crinkled, "We should be finding their mother," He told me and my father, "Kids, say goodbye."

Pandora smiled at me, waving her small hand in goodbye which I gladly returned.

I was surprised when Evan lunged at me full force, almost knocking me over as he hugged me tightly despite us just being introduced.