Post by SIRIUS ORION BLACK on Dec 27, 2010 21:48:26 GMT -5
SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
TO BELIEVE THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE WHO COULD BE
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME
“I’ve got you finished, Padfoot!” James snickered as he instructed his piece to move mortally close to Sirius’s King. A deep frown set in his pale lips as he decided what to do. A few unknown companions – just simple students, who chose to follow the Marauders around, accompanied the two boys, watching intently. “G-Good job, James!” one of them piped up with a cheesy smile. Immediately, Sirius glared over at him, causing the boy to stir and quiver. “Y-You’re doing really well, S-S-Sirius!” the same boy squeaked. Feeling the fear from the boy soak through his skin, Sirius wore a proud smirk as he looked over at James. “Respect,” the dog commented, moving his piece with the utmost carefree in the world.
“Fear, Padfoot,” James responded with the rolling of his eyes as he studied the board. “Which gains respect, Prongs,” Sirius said, wagging his finger in front of his face. James remained quiet, but a small smirk was visible on his lips as well.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon just after lunch, and the usual Wizard Chess match was taking place between the two friends. Every Saturday in the summer, the boys battled each other right after lunch, and they continued to keep the tradition alive throughout Hogwarts. The only predicament ever standing in their way is when one of them received a detention. Many would often argue that it was the beginning of the year – how could they get in mischief already? Well, this was Sirius and James they were talking about – they were capable of anything they put their minds do.
Lounging around in a pair of light blue jeans, biker-like boots and black t-shirt, Sirius’s grey eyes wandered around to the other boys in the dormitory. His laid back on the wooden floor, reaching towards Peter’s bed where a bag of ready salted Walkers crisps were visible. “Don’t think he’d mind, aye?” Sirius smirked. Not waiting for a response, the Black boy opened the bag and started munching while his stag friend contemplated what his next move would be.
“SIRIUS!” a fifth year shouted, bursting into the dormitory out of breath. He hung onto the doorknob as if it depended on his life. Alarmed, Sirius looked up at him with a bewildered look, and James groaned loudly. “Bloody ….GAH,” he complained, indicating that he had lost his focus.
“It’s Emily…Emily Williams! She’s in the Hospital Wing, someone sent me for you immediately!” the fifth year croaked, huffing loudly. No one had to tell the longhaired boy twice – he was up before any of them could blink. “Sorry, Prongs!” he said as he grabbed his black jean jacket and in a whirlwind, was out the door and racing down to the Hospital Wing.
Skidding down the stairs and down to the third floor from the Gryffindor Tower, every student gave Sirius a look of curiosity as he raced down – jumping over books and dodging people the best he could. Every once in a while, the Gryffindor shouted “MOVE” at some innocent students.
Bursting into the Hospital Wing – it was swiftly noted that Sirius Black was in the building. “Where is she?” he asked a random person. In any other circumstance, he would not have gone to all that length to get down to the Hospital Wing. But this was Emily. Emily Williams. His little sister and one of the only lights left in his life. Of course, he might have been overreacting a bit, seeing as the fifth year failed to inform him of what conditions Emily was lying in one of the beds in the very room he stood in.
TAGGED; Emily Williams
WORDS; 605
\LYRICS; Sometimes by Skillet
TEMPLATE; PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
