The Pureblood Princess | Sirius Black

|48| More Than Meets the Eye

It was the morning of the first day of classes. Adelaide woke up bright and early (thanks to Lily beating her half to death with a pillow) and ready to take on the day. She scampered down to the great hall with the girls before sitting down with the boys beside Peter, and across from the other three.

At first, she was too enamored with her oatmeal and morning moodiness to really notice anything beyond the fact that she had forgotten her wand upstairs. Her eyes scanned the room where she saw Professor McGonagall handing out the timetables, then moved her gaze to the boys in front of her, whom she noticed held a mischievous glint directed toward her.

She narrowed her eyes and pointed her oatmeal spoon at them (flinging some onto Peter and Remus). "What are you lot up to?" She asked, voiced thick with suspicion.

"Nothing at all Addykins." Sirius replied innocently.

"But, might I say, you look radiant this morning Miss Fawley." James commented.

Adelaide felt a slight blush bloom across her cheeks. "Shouldn't you be saying that to Lily?"

He shrugged, "I already did."

"Addy your hair looks nice today." Remus added, still trying to wipe off the oatmeal on his robes.

Adelaide blushed again. "Thanks." she said softly, running her hand through her perfectly normal pale blonde hair... until she realized Sirius and James were trying to keep from laughing. "What the hell are you up to?!"

"Nothing, love. Just marveling at your beauty." Sirius said smoothly.

Adelaide felt butterflies flutter in her stomach and then cursed herself for blushing bright red. "Shut it."

"See! I told you! Every time!" Sirius declared.

"What are you talking about?!" She exclaimed, this time flinging oatmeal onto Sirius and James.

"Sirius discovered that you blush every time someone complements you," Peter informed her quietly.

It took a moment for the truth to sink it, but once it did Adelaide grew red with anger, eyes narrowing into slits, finger pointed ominously toward the group of boys (minus Peter).

"Uhhh... Padfoot..." James said nervously, absently wiping off the oatmeal from his sleeve. "I don't think we thought this one through, mate..."

"You think it's funny to embarrass me?" Adelaide snapped..

Sirius's eyes were wide even as he donned a forced smile. "No, Ads—I mean, maybe...  kind of—but not really..."

"Avis."

With a flick of Adelaide's finger, a flock of small, yellow canaries burst into existence, flapping excitedly around their heads.

The boys gulped.

"Addykins..." Sirius laughed awkwardly. "You know we were only kidding around—"

Adelaide flicked her finger once more. "Oppugno."

The birds attacked.

"AHH! GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF!" James squealed, trying to whack away the pecking birds with a rolled up newspaper.

"ADDYKINS! MY HAIR! DON'T LET THE WINGED VERMIN RUIN MY HAIR." Sirius screeched, grabbing the plate from the first year sitting beside him, flinging scrambled eggs in the air, then using it as a shield to protect his gorgeous locks from said 'winged vermin.'

"ADDY! WHY ARE THEY ATTACKING ME TOO?! I ACTUALLY MEANT MY COMPLEMENT!" Remus bellowed, smacking the little birds with his Arithmancy book, yellow plumage flying around like leaves in fall.