SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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SPIRALS, ———
I stomped through the school, after shaking myself off from the lethargic feeling that first seeped into my body during divination.
At first I didn't know where I was going, but eventually I realised I was walking straight to the greenhouses.
Sirius had herbology and I felt a fire in my belly ready to reignite the questions and suspicions that have been lying dormant inside of me for a few weeks. Maybe even a month or so by now.
I halted outside of the greenhouses, the windows to see inside all foggy with condensation. But I could see the flashes of red and blue ties and robe details from the inside.
The condensation was both from the inside of the Greenhouses and the outside. The dampness of the air outside and the contrast of heat from the inside making the window glass wet.
I approached the main greenhouse classroom and wiped my hand across it, creating a smudged mark to see a little clearer through.
Luckily, though my view of students inside was still a bit clouded and blurry, I noticed a familiar silhouette in red lock eyes with me immediately. Though it wasn't Sirius.
Peter Pettigrew cocked his head at me, standing on the opposite side of the window, currently wrist deep in soil planting some bulbs.
"Get Sirius." I mouthed.
"What?" He mouthed back, frowning and clearly confused. His eyes darted down to my lips to read them.
"Get. Sirius." I over emphasised.
"Why?" He asked back.
Oh my god, just -
I violently rolled my eyes at him, my body convulsing a little with annoyance. He didn't need to know why!
"Just get Sirius!" I mouthed and I knew my face had contorted into an expression of almost aggression.
His eyes widened and he raised two muddy, gloveless, hands in surrender before walking away and heading to the opposite side of the classroom.
Within a (very sluggish) minute, Sirius replaced Peter's position in front of the window where I had smeared some of the condensation off of.
He gave me a questioning look, almost concerned and mouthed,
"Are you okay?"
"I need to talk to you." I replied.
"Now?"
"Now."
"I..." he looked side to side and subtly around the classroom. "Can't?"
I knew he was mid-class. Well, almost to the end. I knew I should be patient. Wait the fifteen, to twenty minutes left until he finished. But I felt inpatient and I knew, if he wanted to he'd be able to get out of class with ease.
