Post by madie on Apr 12, 2012 5:19:35 GMT
Never before could Sirius remember seeing the great hall so empty, so bare. The candles flickered despite the absence of students, the usual hustle and bustle having been reduced to silence. It was eerie really, the silence- the great hall was a place of excitement after all. For muggleborns, the great hall was their first real taste of Hogwarts, the first they’d ever seen or heard of the place. For Sirius Black, the great hall was the place that had defined his destiny- it was where he’d been sorted. Silence was not something he associated with such a memory. It felt wrong. Sirius was one who thrived on attention after, one who found himself lost when left to his own devices. He was a people person in the most exaggerated sense of the title, a crowd pleaser so to speak. The silence made him uneasy.
Pulling out a cigarette, the boy fell before the staff table, waiting for something to take his interest- for something to fall from the sky and take his mind off the emptiness. The room was, for the most part, completely bland. Without food, students or hubbub, the Great hall was just an overinflated dining room. He sighed then, completely bored out of his brain. Had it not been for his class being let out early, Sirius never would have found himself in an empty great hall. It seemed, for the first time in his young life, that Mr Black actually wanted class to run late. He would have arrived at lunch on time then, ran over to his friends and complained about how boring Binns was... and how much he regretted taking his class over sixth year.
Rather than wallowing in self-pity however, Sirius took it upon himself to learn how to blow smoke rings. He’d seen his uncle do it a few times before... and in all honesty, it wasn’t as if he had anything better to do with his time. Moony might argue that he could have been doing homework... but Padfoot was notorious for ignoring his mate’s nagging... even when it was all in his head.
Upon hearing the sound of shoes on stone however, Sirius dropped his bud, quickly extinguishing the cigarette. Coughing slightly, the boy looked up, expecting to come face to face with one Minevra McGonagall. “Oh shit Andy... you scared the crap out of me!” he said, relieved. “I thought you were a bloody teacher!”
Pulling out a cigarette, the boy fell before the staff table, waiting for something to take his interest- for something to fall from the sky and take his mind off the emptiness. The room was, for the most part, completely bland. Without food, students or hubbub, the Great hall was just an overinflated dining room. He sighed then, completely bored out of his brain. Had it not been for his class being let out early, Sirius never would have found himself in an empty great hall. It seemed, for the first time in his young life, that Mr Black actually wanted class to run late. He would have arrived at lunch on time then, ran over to his friends and complained about how boring Binns was... and how much he regretted taking his class over sixth year.
Rather than wallowing in self-pity however, Sirius took it upon himself to learn how to blow smoke rings. He’d seen his uncle do it a few times before... and in all honesty, it wasn’t as if he had anything better to do with his time. Moony might argue that he could have been doing homework... but Padfoot was notorious for ignoring his mate’s nagging... even when it was all in his head.
Upon hearing the sound of shoes on stone however, Sirius dropped his bud, quickly extinguishing the cigarette. Coughing slightly, the boy looked up, expecting to come face to face with one Minevra McGonagall. “Oh shit Andy... you scared the crap out of me!” he said, relieved. “I thought you were a bloody teacher!”