Emerald green ~ Sirius Black

[011] 𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳

Young Blood (Noah Kahan)-

And if you want, I can tell the truth

That this life takes a toll on you

I spend nights stitching up the loose threads of my soul

In the morning I'm bulletproof

【＝＝＝】

April 21st 1976

I stepped out of the fireplace, ash covering the floor around me as the smell of dust invaded my senses, making its way through the thick cloud of Valentino perfume.

I wasn't a fan of nostalgia, I had no use for remembering my past. 

It wasn't my idea to come back. I'd left a part of me in the UK that I didn't want to see again, a weaker part, and yet my parents didn't seem to care.

Dumbledore had a hand in it of course. I wouldn't be returning if I were stuck back in Gryffindor again, my parents wouldn't stand for their only heir to be placed with those animals.

The manor was decorated the same as I remembered, although I must say everything felt smaller.

"Go up to your room dear," My mother told me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, "The ball starts at 8."

I nodded, gripping my purse tightly as I walked through the house gingerly.

My heels clicked against the wooden stairs as I went to my room, trying to ignore the hollow feeling that had settled into my gut the second we stepped out of the fireplace.

I reached my bedroom sooner than I expected, the dark gray door seemingly more intimidating than any wood should be. I felt like if I reached out to the door handle my entire childhood would come cascading down on me. It would be like opening Pandora's box.

The brass doorknob was cold as my hand wrapped around it, my white nail polish chipping on the splintered door frame as I opened the door.

I was surprised. The room didn't hold an inch of dust and had clearly been redone since my childhood no doubt by my mother's request.

The dark navy color that once painted my curtains and my bedsheets was replaced with a deep emerald green.

I used to love my room for being blue. It was different from the rest of my house, it was completely unlike anything else in a cold unloving home. My room felt comfortable, happy even.

A large canopy bed was pushed up against the wall, curtains tied back with golden tassels, revealing the large gardens a few stories below. My old cupboard was gone, replaced instead by a vanity where my mother had laid out a few of the most essential things. Perfume, makeup, skincare.

I threw my purse onto my bed, following it shortly as I wrapped my arms around one of the many throw pillows decorating my bed.

Being back in this room is strangely cathartic, don't get me wrong. I'd do anything to be back in France. I had everything there. The friends, the talent, the boys, the approval.

That isn't to say I couldn't have that here but my reputation was already so tainted to the members of the sacred 28. How could they believe that the rebellious little troublemaker who was sorted into Gryffindor, best friends with Sirius Black could turn into a proper lady?

Of course. There was Sirius.

I didn't mean to ghost him. or not at the start at least. I was told the second I got to France to forget about him, that he was to be nothing more than a memory.