Emerald green ~ Sirius Black

[003] 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘔𝘦 𝘢 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘦

Fransesca (Hozier)-

Now that it's done,

There's not one thing that I would change,

My life was a storm, since I was born,

How could I fear any hurricane?

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December 26th 1970

Every Purebred child goes through several courses during their childhood.

On Christmas every year a list gets handed out of activities that a few families or tutors had generously agreed to host (Mostly under threats) to teach the new generation what it meant to be Pureblood.

Unsurprisingly the year's courses were not determined by the children's interests but rather by their parents' ambitions for their offspring.

My parents had picked out all of the most regal and elegant activities, all the most important and all the most boring.

The only good part? I didn't have to learn them alone.

I sat at my desk on Boxing Day, glancing over my 10th-ever list with a frown as I read about what my year would entail.

Face flushed with discontent I found herself unlatching my windowsill, craving fresh air to help me deal with my parents.

Pulling the glass up I was surprised to hear ragged breathing coming from below my window sill. Peering over carefully I smirked when I saw who was invading my house. "We have a door y'know?" I told him, grabbing Sirius's arm and pulling him into my room.

The boy breathed heavily when he landed on my hardwood floors, "I'm grounded," he explained, "Didn't want your mother ratting me out."

"Figures," I said with a smile as I sat down on my bed, "What are you locked up for?"

"Easier to ask what I'm not locked up for," Sirius said with a shake of his head, "Complaining, yelling, using magic, telling my brother stuff he shouldn't know."

I snorted, "What did you tell Reggie?"

A teasing grin filled Sirius's face as he smiles like a Cheshire cat, "Oh y'know, Santa's not real... innocent crap."

Laughing dryly at his sarcastic attitude I reach for my list of activities, unfolding the paper carefully, "You got yours?"

The boy nodded, pulling an identical piece of paper from his back pocket, "Okay first, sports?"

I looked across my paper, scanning for any physical activities, "Ballet and fencing," I tell him.

Sirius raises an eyebrow, "no Quidditch?"

Groaning I kick my bedpost, "They wouldn't let me! mother says it's not ladylike."

I loved Quidditch, and I was bloody good at it too. Sirius and I would often practice in our spare time and I could beat his arse any day of the week.

"Bullcrap!" Sirius yelled in outrage, "Okay, languages? French or Latin?"

I groan, "Both," I complain, "While you're out playing quidditch I'll be learning a dead language!"

Sirius can't help the giggle that slips out his lips while I glare at him, "your doing French?" I ask. He nods. We've always had the subject together much to his luck. My Mother comes from a French family so I speak it fluently and Sirius always steals my notes. "Okay... what else?"

Sirius is pacing back and forth at this point, eyes flickering over his paper, "Penmanship, etiquette courses."

"I've got to do appearance management," I tell him with a scowl, "and my mother wants to put me into modeling."