Siriusly Sexy

“Oh, don’t you dare!”  A huff, and a notable thump of hands on hips, Alice  rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to groan.  It’s a look she’d fallen for a million times.

“Stay,” she commanded,  and then, “talk.” 

He had rather hoped their little interaction would have run its course by now. Especially as he had a particularly hungry Niffler rooting around in his pocket and he was rather concerned all of the excitement of the escape might lead to it having a little accident.

“Yeah, well. You’re a dick.”

It was a lame comeback, and Micah was very aware of that, but he was also very aware of the fact that Sirius Black got away with everything – including, and not limited, to abandoning his own brother – and he wasn’t about to continue that trend.

“ This is true, ”

Sirius did not seem in the least bit insulted by the statement, head tilting to the side as he studied the younger male before him.

“ But I am curious as to what    led you to draw this conclusion    as this is, to my knowledge, our    very first social interaction beyond    a passing comment, here or there. ” He hadn’t shagged Amelia, nor anyone in Micah’s direct social circle. At least, not to his recollection. Nor had he pranked any of his friends.

“YES, but you can still c h o k e. Not to mention it is a hideous side of you. No one fancies a slobbering dog.”

“ I suppose choking is a good    enough reason to slow down...   although I have never had any   complaints about my conduct   previously  ( only that there    wasn’t enough of it ) ”

“Am I meant to believe that?”

“Right… just tell me where it is,  and I’ll make sure the prefects don’t know about it. Bloody hell, Sirius. Bending over backwards for you lot.”

Large, puppy dog eyes flitted up to  meet hers. For one who was in the business of mischief, Sirius had a  look of absolute innocence down  pat.

        “ This? Oh, this is a comic book. Have you never got to see one? ”

Leaning over him, Sirius poked at it with the tip of his wand, frowning a little as he studied it.

“Well it doesn’t really exist often, does it? Only when Greta banks on my inability to say no to her so that she can dress me up and bring me out to one of these things.”

In all honestly, Emmeline had hardly recognized  her reflection when Greta had finished up with her. This sort of thing…It just wasn’t her. Her  friends fit in perfectly to the fairy tale world they built around them, but Emmeline never had it  seemed. At least, it did to her.

“True. Though amazingly…nothing bad seems to have happened yet. I am though, yes.”

“GOODNESS, how do you not choke on your food?  Chew sweetheart, chew. I am not really interested in watching you choke this morning.”

“My precise thoughts Sir Padfoot.” 

At Sirius’s suggestion, James considered it with a thoughtful expression, carefully examining the pumpkin. “Oh, by the way, I have a bet going on with Meadowes that I’ll be able to smash the pumpkin sans magic by midnight so as long as that archery idea doesn’t require magic, I’m willing to give it a go.” The bet, after all, said nothing about James having help, just getting the pumpkin smashed.

“That’s actually not what I asked, but thank you for volunteering that information.” She stifled a laugh and shrugged. “To be honest I prefer to go stag as well, simpler that way.”

“ Well then, it would appear I    misheard you. My deepest    apologies. ” Pausing for a moment, he looked her up and down, not bothering to hide the impish appraisal in his gaze.

“What, are you trying that line on everyone and seeing who picks up the bait?” Micah snorts. “Pathetic.”

“I thought you were more subtle than that. Besides, can’t you think of something less obvious to disrupt the event with? Perhaps you’re lacking the creativity found in abundance in Ravenclaw, though I could be persuaded to lend you some of mine.”

A mock sentimental expression crossed his face, and James threw an arm around Sirius’s shoulders. “I love those moments when we are clearly of one mind.” An “emotional” pause. “I was literally just saying that! It’s gotta go, right? Creepy, suspicious bastard that it is.” He eyed the jack-o-lantern with nothing but distrust. The expression faded away into excitement as he  glanced back at Sirius.

“So how d’you want to do it?”