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sirius had decided to get as drunk as possible on this hogsmeade trip, have fun and make use of it. and what better companion would he have for this task than marlene mckinnon? their relationship was a bit complicated, sure -- but she was still his friend and lots of fun, both qualities that the black appreciated. he headed towards her when he noticed her sitting at the bar at one of the pubs and took the seat next to hers, his lips turning upwards into that usual smug smile of his. “you were looking a bit lonely, mckinnon, so i’ve decided to grace you with my presence. no need to thank me or anything.” he teased as he raised a hand to get the bartender’s attention and give his order, before turning his attention back to the blonde. “what’re you up to?”

leo hadn’t moved from his place in the back of the pub, but so many ran forward and back that he couldn’t have gotten a great look even if he wanted to. he just knew his father was out there, chanting and looking completely ridiculous. to tout that saying without any tangible proof, it was foolish. this was more of the grasping at straws he already knew was going on at home. it pissed him off to no end, his father was being stupid and the notts were not known to be unintelligent. he smirked without humor and spoke up to the old friend who was surprisingly close. “it’s pathetic, really.” he agreed though it would be odd or even offensive to his slytherin friends if they heard him. but they weren’t here right now and no one else could hear them over the chanting.

sirius was surprised to see an older friend beside him, much less agreeing with him. then again, the black had always known that leo was smart, unlike the rest of them. but just how much could he trust him? seeing him around with regulus, being the older brother figure to him that sirius failed at being just didn’t sit well with the gryffindor. was it all suspicion or simply bitterness? he refused to admit either. the fact that the people who held the attack were most likely relatives of both of them, people they knew, sat down at dinners with once upon a time wasn’t much of a relief either. “you reckon they should’ve tried harder? the execution could’ve been better, really. i’d give it three out of ten, for effort and dramatics.” sirius spoke before taking another sip of his beer and taking a slight pause. “but i imagine your friends would’ve liked it.” 

letters would surely be sent home to their parents, giving word that hogsmeade had been attacked and regulus was sure that there would be plenty of parents who would their children out of school to try again next year. but it wouldn’t make any difference. the death eaters had said it themselves, the dark lord will rise and then everything would be right with the world once again. if they wanted to fear the future, so be it. 

truthfully, he wasn’t much of a drinker. a glass of wine at dinner every once in awhile, but never enough for him to get drunk. that was the sign of a weaker man, needing to escape using alcohol. that didn’t stop him from taking a sip of his red currant rum, a cruel smirk on his face. it only grew when he noticed sirius in the pub with him, able to see more clearly now that half of the patrons cleared out. “what’s wrong, sirius? afraid of the future?”

sirius refused to turn around when he heard the familiar voice beside him, but eventually he did have to do so. a part of him missed and loved his younger brother - perhaps for what he used to be and what he could’ve been if sirius was a better brother. but still, another part of sirius just wanted to straight up smack regulus in the head everytime he spoke. “me? not at all. my future’s what i make it.” sirius decided, not letting his confident facade fall apart for even a moment while still subtly making sure that no one else could overhear their conversation. he still cared enough to protect his brother. “but perhaps you should be, reg. your future is whatever father and mother decide for you -- besides, now you lot have got to find another bloodthirsty clapped psycho to worship, don’t you? that can’t be an easy task.” 

the windows of the pub he was in shattered as the crowd struggled to get out in their panic -- he couldn’t quite see if there were any injured, though at the end there were few people who remained inside. sirius took back the butterbeer he’d previously ordered and took a sip. “bullshit. fucking bullshit -- that’s all this is.” he muttered to himself and anyone around him listening, feeling his anger rise. 

When she’d come back to Hogwarts after the summer holiday, Lily had been feeling optimistic. The summer had been quiet. Was it naive of her to hope that it remained that way? Voldemort had fallen and his followers seemed to take a step back. It didn’t stop the name calling, but that - Lily had grown used to. As Head Girl, Lily tried her best to keep a brave face despite the prejudice. She tried to remain strong for the younger years who were just like her. Sometimes it was easier said than done. But Hogsmeade was one of her favourite places and she wasn’t going to have her fun ruined. 

The redhead was distracted, her green eyes peering into the various shops that she passed. She wanted to pick up some sweets, but other than that, the day seemed free. A particularly flashy display in a window caught her attention and before she knew it, she was running head on into someone else. “Merlin!” She muttered as she jumped back. Green eyes wide, Lily apologised profusely, “I’m so sorry. Let me buy you a butterbeer to make up for it?” 

hogsmeade had always been one of sirius’ favourite places, zonko’s joke shop and the numerous pubs being the main reason why he enjoyed it so much. not to mention now that he was eighteen, the black didn’t have to forge orion and walburga’s signatures any more, which was surely a relief. sirius had been walking around the streets carelessly, when suddenly he felt someone bump into him. the gryffindor’s lips turned upwards into a small smile as he recognized the person in front of him. “bit distracted, aren’t we, evans? what were you thinking of? or should i rather ask who?” sirius teased -- he simply couldn’t help it. “now, i sure wouldn’t mind a butterbeer.” 

( CISMALE , HE/HIM ) SIRIUS BLACK is a GRYFFINDOR whose favorite subject is DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS, maybe because they are WITTY but also RECKLESS. They might be so popular because they look like ARON PIPER and they are a PUREBLOOD, can you believe they are a SEVENTH YEAR? rumors say they support OOTP. where do they go from here?( cat, 21, she&her, gmt+1 )