𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲⇒ 𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜

iii. sirius.

❝everything is blue: his pills, his hands, his jeans, and now i'm covered in the colors pulled apart at the seams...❞

"hey, sirius."

"oi, sirius! can't wait for the next game. your last beat at the tournament was pretty lit."

"are you and that side chick a thing—?"

"okay, okay, enough. make way, bitches," i said, rolling my eyes as i pushed through the crowd, heading for the dorms. i got another letter from mother telling me what a disgrace i am. at least she didn't send another howler.

"hey, sirius!" another voice said, followed by quick footsteps.

"i said eno— oh. hey ivy," i smiled and continued my stroll up to the dorms.

"ivory," she corrected for the nth time. "so uh... what going on with you?"

my smile was replaced by a sly smirk. "heading up to my room. by all means, join me," i answered coolly and winked at her.

she rolled her eyes and scoffed. "go fuck yourself. i just need the password and directions to my suite."

i laughed and said, "suite? it's pronounced 'shared dorm.'"

"excuse me?" she said, clearly stunned. "shared? dorm? there's got to be some kind of mistake. i— i can't... i can't share a... small room. no."

"yes, princess. shared. dormitory. no mistake. must. share. small. room. yes," i replied, mocking her astonishment. "why don't you get directions with the group? like normal people?"

"no such thing as 'normal' witches and wizards."

"point proven, but answer the question."

"claustrophobic."

"what's the story?"

"there is no story."

"oh, c'mon. every phobia has a story."

"well then there's a whole hell of a lot of stories," she said snarkily.

"what's that supposed to mean? scared much?" i teased.

"i have my life experiences, you have yours. what's the password?" she asked.

i raised my eyebrows and said "bowtruckle."

i led her up to the portrait of the fat lady (that's what me and james dubbed her). the fat lady snorted and said, "looks like black's mixing with other houses—"

"shut up. she's a new gryffindor," i said, turning and angry red. "bowtruckle."

"i beg your pardon? i'm just doing my job. and we all know that you don't want the headmaster to call home again, saying that you sent another girl home preg—"

"just shut up!" i shouted. the portrait finally swung open and i stomped into the common room, followed closely by the girl.

"what is she talking about?" she asked, receiving silence in return. "sirius what's she—"

"you heard her, hue. don't act clueless."

"why did you leave dinner early?" she asked with a sigh.

"i can ask the same for you."

"i asked first," she countered.

"i asked second."

"i just... don't really... eat a lot," she sighed.

"what, so you're like a cibophobic or something?"

"why didn't you stay for the feast?"

"family stuff. i needed to think."

"did you want to talk about it?"

"i've been trying to hide it from remus and james because they'll try to get me some help, but i want to do it on my own. but..." i sighed.

"but you can't do it alone?"

"i need my friends to help me, not get rid of the problem. that's my job."

"mind if i ask to hear the story?" she offered.

"only if it stays between us."

"i swear on hogwarts," she promised.

"okay, so my parents are quite possibly going to disown me if i screw up one more time. it's not that i don't have a place to go, because i do, it's just i don't want to leave regulus with our horrible excuse of a mother. she bea— never mind. this stays between us."

she nodded and said, "my first foster father killed himself when i was 13. he knew that him and his wife had put me though so much shit in my life that he didn't feel the right to live. my foster mum abused me because she was always drunk or high on something. her boyfriend didn't give a shit about me or my well-being so he tagged along with her and they teamed up against me. that's why i love beauxbatons, because you only had to go home for winter break, and you could choose to stay or leave for the summer. i barely had to see them. i had a better family at school than i did at home, and i'm still getting used to my current foster family."

"i get it," i said, unsure whether to hug her or say something. i chose the former.

"thanks. i needed that," she smiled.

"we all do."

"you didn't have to tell me what was going on at home. i know that we only just met, but—"

"same for you. you didn't have to make anything even."

"goodnight sirius," she said, closing the conversation and getting up.

"goodnight ives."