"Well, thanks," she said, taking a mock curtsy before collapsing back onto the couch. "A compliment from Mr. Unpredictable himself - how unpredictable.” At this rate, she wouldn’t get any studying done, but that was alright. She could study later, anyway - sleeping on the text counted, didn’t it?”
Sirius cracked a grin as he watched her take that curtsy. Silently he had to admit to himself how much it delighted him to imagine what his mother’s reaction to that would be.
"Smart, Evans, real smart," he laughed. "But yes, I can make compliments, I’ve been known to do it. So, do you actually want to do something about those rebellions, or do you want the thrill of risk tomorrow?"
TOUJOURS PUR- a black family fanmix // listen
i. engel (rammstein cover)- scala & the kolocny brothers ii. string quartet no. 3: iv. adagio- dmitri shostakovich iii. pray- soap&skin iv. le premier bonheur du jour- pink martini & the von trapps v. hunter’s kiss- rasputina vi. the old castle from “pictures at an exhibition”- modest mussorgsky vii. father’s son- tori amos viii. thy hand belinda… when i am laid in earth from “dido and aeneas”- henry purcell ix. aprés moi- regina spektor x. celestial- phildel xi. lacrimosa from “messa da requiem”- giuseppe verdi xii. ave maria from “otello”- giuseppe verdi
I’ll give you twenty sickles to do my Screechsnap observations for me next week. Or, you know, I just won’t hex you.
Are we really going to play that game?
What, you think not? I think finding each other’s dirty laundry between one’s parchments does count as pretty well.
Filch … a good heart …? Okay, normally I’m the one who always wants to think that there is something good left in everyone, but I think this man would probably enjoy watching a blood bath amongst the students, as long as he wouldn’t have to wipe it all up in the end.
He’s creepy. Brrrr.
What … what else would I say?
Alright, a lot of things, but none of that actually surprised me. Except maybe the one about the War of the Roses and Ignatia Wildsmith. didn’t know detention made you actually read the stuff they are giving you.
Pretty well, yes. There’s still a difference to too well.
Wow, Moony, why so dark? You’re right, that’s really pessimistic for you. And gory. Sure that wasn’t, well… Moony speaking there?
I don’t know. It’s what they always say. But you have to admit, it was a little romantic.
And see, that’s two things you’re already surprised by. People underestimate me.
"Well, yes, but it isn’t like you don’t know a few things about me others don’t, too.” A few too much, if she’d be honest, but that wasn’t changeable at this point. And then again, after discovering how they had more things in common than expected - without mentioning the fact he was keeping her secret, after all - she didn’t think it was so bad like it seemed at first.
"No, I didn’t. Well, nothing against him specifically. He seems to have some personal kind of disliking towards me, though.” It was true. Potter would never miss a chance of messing with her. She was still pissed with him because of what happened in the train, in fact. Thinking about it now, that was an odd trip. Too many things happened in it, for her liking. Alecto smirked again. He was probably right - no one would think he could be corrupted by now, if growing up in the ancient house of Black didn’t do that already. Too bad. She’d surely like having him as friends, but she wouldn’t switch sides. “Oh, that’s disappointing. It would be a lot more fun if he thought it was the other way.”
She was expecting for the surprise. Greatest part of people didn’t like it, and even more would say it didn’t suit her personality. “Very serious. I don’t think so, I actually find it beautiful. Just not for everyone to understand and like.” Alecto chuckled at his words. “Can’t say I expected you to don’t.”
There was a contemplative expression on Sirius’ face as he pondered her words. Did he, really? He had known her once upon a time, years ago now, but for a long time it had felt like they had gone in drastically different directions. He wasn’t fool enough to think that something over the summer had just changed Alecto completely, and yet… maybe it was a good sign.
Sirius smiled a little wryly at her. “Good… at least we’re even then.”
Well, everyone knew that James didn’t have the best of opinions towards Slytherins. Sirius didn’t either, really, but in the end the fact was still left that everyone he had known for a long, long time was a Slytherin. And though he liked to pretend so, those memories weren’t all bad. “Still. My choice in the end who I talk to, and about what,” he eventually shrugged and then grinned. “Well, what can I say. He knows me well enough.”
Sirius hummed thoughtfully, trying to imagine her kind of weather. “Nah, I don’t know. You’re right, it’s definitely not for everyone. I guess I’m a summer kind of guy.”