#siriusthefirst

hey princess, we can get our funny little brOTP happening again xo

eep! You don't know how happy this makes me :D sadly there won't be a Cygnus to help tone her down in this verse but I was so excited when I found out Sirius and Hesper were gonna be here lfakfjad

restlessintuition replied to your post:Hi!

You’re such a sweetheart, I really hope your health gets better! My name’s Jasmine :)

The dread Phineas felt every time he saw his family had been lessening, and that almost worried him more that disappointing them. Perhaps it was because they had seemed almost normal. Or perhaps it was because their influence made him transform automatically back into a Black.

The thoughts were troublesome, so drinks sounded perfect.

He had received an owl from Sirius suggesting drinks in Hogsmeade. This time there would be proper Wizarding alcohol, and they would also be accompanied by Arcturus, who Phineas had only seen once immediately following his return home.

While there was also a slight hesitation at not knowing what time with his family would bring, he imagined they would discuss Arcturus' upcoming wedding. (Though there were, as yet, no plans, it seemed to Phineas that a wedding was inevitable for Arc and that his younger brother wouldn't follow his less conventional path.)

Phineas arrived first and ordered a drink before curling up in a remote corner. It was quiet and private, which he preferred. He imagined his brothers would have preferred a more central location, but he didn't feel like moving. The comfort of obscurity appealed to him.

The owl that had delivered the letter stared impatiently at Phineas, awaiting the response that was taking the man far too long to write.

He had been dreading another meeting with his family, but he knew it was inevitable. He was back in London for that very reason, after all. That, and marriage, which he hoped wouldn’t be a topic of discussion.

He very much liked his older brother—Sirius had been rather protective of him when he was younger—but Sirius had changed, and those changes were alarming. Still, if discussions of future plans and familial expectations were avoided, the evening could be pleasant indeed.

[Sirius should know by now that I dislike floo powder and prefer walking, thought Antonius as he quickly inked a reply.]

Violetta felt pleased with herself as she left the broom shop. Her first experience shopping alone had gone well. It really couldn’t have been too wicked of her to shop at one store alone. Some day she’d be expected to shop without a chaperone. Today was excellent practice for that. The smile on her face fell suddenly when she saw that her aunt was not at the needlework stall anymore. The older lady had just been there the last time Violetta had looked out the window. Where could she have gone and why didn’t she wait for Violetta? She didn’t even leave the house elf who was carrying their things. At first Violetta was annoyed, the annoyance quickly gave way to concern. Going into a shop was one thing but walking around Diagon Alley alone. Merlin this wasn’t good at all. 

She had never been to every part of the shopping area. There wasn’t any need for her to. But now she found herself completely lost because of it. She might have asked directions but she didn’t know where she was going. When she ended up inside a pub the blonde looked around hoping her aunt had stopped in here, though knowing she wouldn’t. Felling as though it were better to go forward then back she continued on through the pub and out the door. What she found there completely confused her. It didn’t look at all like part of Diagon Alley. Violetta hesitantly walked away from the pub not knowing where she was at all. After walking a few steps and seeing the neighbouring shop she realised that wherever she it certainly wasn't Diagon Alley. But when she turned to go back the way she’d come she found her way blocked. 

The person in front of her was filthy and unkept. Violetta had never seen anyone look like him. She might have only been disgusted with him had it not been for the almost hungry look in his eyes. Suddenly she felt not only disgusted but uneasy. As he stepped towards her she stepped back. Her blue eyes remand fixed on him despite her intense desire not to look at him. It seemed far more dangerous to take her eyes off him then look back. He looked like an animal waiting to pounce on it’s prey. Violetta did not want to be that prey. Had it not been for her father’s temper it was likely she would have panicked. Even though she had no idea how to defend herself she was not about to forget her dignity and panic.  Each step backwards took her farther away from the pub she needed to get back to. One last step back and she felt a brick wall behind her. Finally chancing to look around she realised he’d steered her into some sort of alleyway. 

Feeling trapped she found her voice. “Whatever is the matter with you? Have you no manners, trying to frighten a lady? This is absolutely appalling behaviour.” Violetta didn’t know what else to say and the superior tone just came naturally. It wasn’t as if she were going to beg this filthy man to leave her alone. Had he forgotten himself, treating a lady of her status like this? Did they not teach poor people how to act around their superiors? It wasn’t until he spoke to her that she realised how dire her situation really was. Until that moment she’d fully expected a gentleman to walk past and make the wretch leave. But instead that wasn't likely to happen at all. “Oi! Now I never meant no harm missy. ‘pose I never met a lady ‘fore. You look all nice and clean I bet you smell real pretty.” He gave a sickening smile and Violetta was shocked to see the man’s teeth. Half of them seemed to be missing and the other half were black. Her nose crinkled in disgust. “That fancy purse a yours is filled with crowns I reckon. Heard ‘em clinking I did. What say you spare a crown or two for ol Tom, eh?”