Oblivion ━━ Sirius Black

𝟸.𝟺 | ɪɴ sɪʀɪᴜs ᴡᴇ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ

Easton Greengrass liked horror movies. 

No, correction, she loved horror movies, especially the "on-the-edge feeling" of unpredictability and the sweet thrill of a good scare. However, as much as she enjoyed seeing all of it on screen, she couldn't say she was as eager to actually live through the whole "silly girl in love having not a clue she is going to be slaughtered in a matter of minutes in a dark forest" scenario.

That is to say, she had no idea where Sirius was taking her.

"Not that I particularly mind skipping History of Magic," Easton's shaky voice resonated through the small passageway, "but where are we going?"

She could practically feel dust stuffing her nostrils and suppressed an itching urge to sneeze. Ladies did not sneeze in the presence of Sirius Black. They usually just died, graced with his attention.

"A place," came his distant reply from somewhere much ahead of Easton because she slacked behind like a snail, jumping away from every spider web that came her way.

There were a lot of those.

"Well," Easton grunted out as she passed beneath a wooden tile, "That's rather...vague."

"Patience, Greengrass, you'll see soon enough."

"That's...just as vague," she pointed out while doing her best not to stumble on one of the many ginormous tree branches scattered on the moldy ground. The stuffed room that reeked of dust and despair was making Easton increasingly dizzy until suddenly, she felt a stream of fresh cold air linger on her face.

He didn't...

"He did," she mumbled instead, gazing at the wide open exit from the moldy tunnels to the...

"Did you have your permit signed, Miss Greengrass?" Sirius asked in mock solemnness, mimicking Madam McGonagall (exceptionally well at that), "Oh, come on, Greengrass, don't look so frightened, it is but me, dear old Sirius," he continued his nonchalant charade, "Did you not recognize me? Merlin, I'm good."

At that she finally let out a little laugh, a smile finding its way on her sullen face.

"So, Greengrass, would you fancy a little trip to Hogsmeade?" Sirius asked with a cocky smirk and held out a hand. He looked like the epitome of everything angelic, standing right there, in the blazing daylight, while she still lingered in the unrelenting embrace of the darkness, looking up at him, hesitant.

Oh, if it wasn't poetic.

"You're crazy, Black," Easton shook her head in humored confusion, an involuntary smile tagging on her lips as she made her way out of the "cave". She did not touch his hand, however, for she was positive it would cause her premature death. What a nice way to go that would've been, though.

"So I've been told," Sirius replied self-importantly, trailing behind Easton, who had suddenly quickened her pace.

"Should I even ask how you knew about this passage?"

"I could tell you, but I'm afraid I'd have to kill you after," he finally caught up with her, looking an awful lot like a proud puppy that had brought the stick back to the owner. His hair was an artful mess, high cheekbones red from the winter cold, lips stretched in an ever-present smile.

"Chances are you won't have to," Easton could now see the blurry silhouettes of the village in the distance, "Once Snape learns that I snuck out, he'll gladly do it for you."

There was a brief silence, and Easton threw a look at Sirius to see if everything was alright. It wasn't.

"Does he bother you?" his words were heavy with the transparent implication, brows furrowed in something that was either confusion or growing anger.