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Valentine’s Day | accepting

             Supposedly she had gone to Hogsmeade to pick up Sirius for the Christmas holidays, but the superior motive had been elsewhere, of course. It had started at the end of September and had never stopped ever since. Damnit, he had not been supposed to arrive before another 30 minutes… Taking the portkey with him had been awkward, awful. Now he was lashing out all his anger as they were alone in the drawing room of the 12, Grimmauld Square, now that she was trying to explain herself, to hide herself behind lies. Of course it doesn’t mean nothing; otherwise it would have stopped as soon as it had started, and nothing was ever meaningless with Walburga Black. But she had thought that perhaps such words, and circumstances, would be understood and perhaps forgiven. She was wrong; it was Sirius standing in front of her. She would not have expected anything but contempt from his part. ❛ Keep your voice down ❜ she hissed through gritted teeth as she clenched her fists at her side. 

             Of course Orion didn’t know a thing about it, and neither did Regulus, and she had always relied on her discretion to keep her affair a secret one. She had been a fool once, but wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. But then he had to go and call her that, and the conversation took a turning point. In two steps she had crossed the room and slapped him hard across his cheek, one of her rings cutting the skin open. ❛ I am your mother and you will not speak to me like that ❜ she roared, icy blue eyes piercing through him. ❛ And stop spilling blood on my goddamn sofa !! ❜ Walburga pushed him out of the way and cast a vanishing spell on the white cloth to make the stains disappear. 

              ❛ Of course I don’t expect you to understand ❜ she spoke bitterly after a few seconds, straightening up her back once more. ❛ Because you’ve never noticed how your father always choose his secretaries at the Ministry to be pretty and skinny and young ❜ She took a deep breath and turned towards him. ❛ So I don’t bloody care what you think ❜

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Peter eyed his friend, confusion crossed his features.What the living fuck was Sirius on about? The maga-zine in Sirius’ lap gave away to why the dark hairedboy was asking these questions.

“I’m a jealous person, I think. I haven’t had a girlfriendso Merlin knows, mate. You done with that womansbook?”