𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖗 𝖚 𝖘.

   Punctuality was never Sirius Black’s forte. Which is why it’s no surprise that instead of hastily unpacking his bags in his new dormitory room or getting all dolled up to attend one of the events on campus, he was instead flying over the London skyline on a rather NOISY motorbike. He had been on what was an extended holiday before it was time for him to go to school. His travels taking him to exciting, exotic places that he really didn’t want to leave. So, because of this wanderlust, he was late to the first day at the notorious campus of Hogwarts College. Not that he was really bothered by his lack of punctuality.          No, the young man was confident and cool as ever as he finally spotted the campus buildings through the haze of the clouds. Without much thought, the former Black heir steered his motorbike into a landing in front of one of the campus buildings. His tardiness making him blissfully unaware of any of the planned events for the evening. As a result, his expression turned into confusion as a pair of students crossed his path dressed in some of their evening finery. He shut off the rumbling roar of his motorbike as he casually leaned back in the seat with his arms crossed.         ❝ Late to the party and underdressed? What a spectacle I’m making of myself, ❞ He spoke aloud with a low whistle.