Post by madie on Apr 8, 2012 18:42:04 GMT
Sirius Orion Black
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full name: Sirius Orion Black
age: Sixteen
year: Sixth
birthday: June 8th
blood line: Pureblood
occupation: N/A
former / house: N/A
Third year: The feast
With the beginning of the year came Dumbledore’s annual speech, the reciting of rules and welcomes. A quiet had befallen the hall, the man’s voice being the only sound penetrating the silence- until Sirius Black decided to make a scene that is.
“MERLIN’S BEARD!” he screamed, jumping up on his seat. The entire hall turned to face him, a sea of whispers accompanying his outburst. ‘typical blood-traitor’ ‘what do you think he’s looking at?’ ‘what in the world?’ ‘bloody third years’
The headmaster too turned towards the boy, a frown riddling his once calm features, “Mr Black, what exactly is the meaning of this?” he called, attempting to cease the hubbub.
Sirius paused then, jumping down from the table. “Nick just took his head off!”
Second year: Mind reading
Sirius and James sat in the back corner of the History of Magic classroom, ‘taking notes’. The boys were almost unable to contain their laughter however, an assortment of doodles and sketches being laid out before them.
“Quick, pass them here!” Sirius hissed as Binns made his way towards them. Stuffing the papers into his satchel, the boy attempted to put on an innocent face.
“What’s going on back here?” the ghost inquired, raising a transparent eyebrow at the boys. The pair looked between one another, obviously stumped.
“Concentrating” the two replied in unison, bursting out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
Fourth Year: Invisibility
At the sound of footsteps, Sirius could not help but jump. He and wormtail had snuck out past curfew, the two boys having taken James’ invisibility cloak as a precaution. The rat seemed to have disappeared beneath the thing, leaving Sirius to face the approaching figure alone.
“Wormtail you ponce... where the hell are you”
Met with little more than a shuffle as response, Padfoot gravitated towards the noise. With the clink of McGonagall’s heels growing nearer, the boy began to flail. Waving his arms around listlessly, Sirius soon found his fist colliding with the air- or more accurately- his friend’s invisible face.
“Ouch Sirius! Bloody hell!” the boy yelled, his voice being carried down the hall. McGonagall’s pace quickened then, her wand being lit.
“SIRIUS BLACK!” she bellowed, “Why am I not surprised?”
Fifth year: The rain
Sirius Black sat amongst the quidditch stands, drenched and alone. His body was racked by quiet sobs, a saturated howler crumbling beneath his grasp. His tears, masked by the rain, went largely unnoticed, even by his teammates, who were soaring above him on their brooms. Blacks didn’t cry after all, who would have guessed?
James had allowed him to skip practice that day, an injured wrist leaving him sidelined for the next few games. He had attended every practice in spite of this however- and today was no different. No howler would ever come between him and his team. Even if it meant being found out.
“Padfoot mate, what’s up”
At the sound of his best mate’s voice, Sirius turned, plastering on a false smile. His friends were under the impression his family’s opinion meant nothing to him after all.
“’s nothing Prongs” he lied, knowing all too well that James would see right through his facade.
First year: The radio
Sirius stood atop of his trunk, head banging to muggle music. His dorm mates thought him insane, a few of the older students even going so far as to crowd at the door. What in the world was the Black heir doing?
“IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE! LIVING FOR TODAAAAY!”
... perhaps he was mentally challenged.
Five years of Age: The first time
Sirius was a spoilt brat, there was no use in denying it. The boy screamed at any chance he got, complained, whined, kicked up a fuss. His mother was at her wits end, having two little boys to deal with.
It had all gotten too much for her, Sirius had taken things one step to far. He had broken a family heirloom.
That had been the first time either of his patents had ever hit him hard enough to bruise.
They had not used their wand until much later...
First year: Returning home...
Alone and scared, young Sirius Black watched on as his classmates were greeted by their parents. He struggled beneath the weight of his trunk, hair flopping lazily before his face. The train ride had done him few favors, his skin pale, eyes sunken. He had tried his hardest not to let the upcoming holiday scare him... but the memories of howlers were not too quickly fading. His false bravado was falling, he knew, but James and the others seemed to preoccupied by their own excitement to notice. Their home lives were carefree, ideal. They would all have someone waiting to meet them at the station- someone who actually cared.
Second year: Meeting his match
The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had been warned about the marauders. He had been warned, on countless occasions in fact, about the likes of Sirius Black. The teachers had warned him, the students had warned him, even the headmaster had warned him. The man had been wary, at first, but curiosity had soon taken its place. After all, how much trouble could a group of 12 year olds cause?
...
Three exploding textbooks, six new desks and a raging headache later... the new defense against the dark arts teacher had his answer.
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alias: Madie
gender: Femme
rp sample: your average post: Sirius knew that his life was never going to be normal. Befriending the marauders had all but cemented this fact. Padfoot knew that, like him, the marauder’s lives were far from perfect. Peter had problems, Moony was a werewolf... and James was in love with a girl that would never love him back. Sirius knew he was not alone in the world, but at this moment in time, it certainly felt as if he were- Padfoot felt completely and utterly alone.
The boy simply could not shake the image of his father backhand, the image of the cruciatus curse curse. Sirius was trying to forget –honestly he was- but things were never quite as simple as they were made out to be. Every time the lion thought he was beginning to come to terms with his family’s hate... he would run into Bellatrix, or catch Reg glaring at him from across the great hall. Sirius had honestly thought that ignoring them would have made things easier to deal with, but alas, it only threw fuel on the fire. The Black’s hatred towards him had only increased, Sirius’ only solace being in the knowing he would not have to face his parents until the summer. The boy could deal with his cousins’ judgment if it meant never having to return home again. He could deal with Regulus’ disappointment if it meant never having to hide another bruise. But unfortunately, that was not the case. Sirius would have to return home just like he did every year. He would cast the glamor charm each time he talked to James over the two way mirror, make excuses for his skipping out on parties. His friends knew Sirius hated his family... they understood... most of it.
Padfoot hadn’t told them of the abuse, namely because he knew the marauders would overreact. It wasn’t a big deal after all, it was nothing he couldn’t handle. For a second, Sirius wanted to pretend that everything was normal- that his parent’s weren’t pureblood elitists, that he hadn’t been forced stay at Hogwarts over break- he wanted to pretend, just for a second, that the whole school wasn’t gossiping about him. And for a moment... that was exactly what Sirius was going to do. He was going to sit beside the black lake and smile, to plan pranks and skim rocks just like he usually did.
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