Pearl's P.O.V
Sirius sat next to me in the Great Hall this morning, I scowled at him as he did.
"What do you want?" I snapped, looking at his curly hair tucked behind his ear. What am I saying? I hate him.
"I'm sorry about yesterday's events," apologied Sirius, pulling a puppy face.
I shrugged.
"To say sorry, I've come to give you this a piece offering."
He took out a bottle and handed it to my gently. I looked at the liquid inside of it, it was fizzy and transparent.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Muggles call it 'Pop' or 'Soda' I think," he answered. "It's nice, try it."
I opened the bottle and sniffed it. The smell of Sirius' robes, fresh ink and chocolate Frogs climbed up my nose.
"Muggles drink this?" I inquired.
"Yeah," Sirius replied. "What does it smell of?"
"You should know, you've tried it, haven't you?"
"No."
"Oh, well it smells of your robes, fresh ink and chocolate Frogs."
"Really?" he asked smiling a little. "It smells of my robes? Strange. Anyway, you gonna try it?"
I nodded and lifted it to my lips, I began to feel the fizz on my lips and stopped.
"Perhaps later," I said putting it down. "It's a bit too fizzy for the morning. But thanks."
I smiled weakly, he smiled back and began to eat his breakfast.
