Yule Ball: Sirius Black
The common room was so quiet with everyone gone, the only sound in the room was the crackling fire that kept the cold dungeon warm. I pull the green blanket around my body tighter and shift so that I could see the words on the page even better underneath the faint yellow glow of the lamp. It was interrupted by three rapid knocks at the door and I sigh before getting up and heading to answer the door. I figured that it was a drunk Slytherin who forgot the password or one of my friends from the other houses coming to check on me. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Sirius Black standing on the other side, I had to do a double take to make sure that it wasn’t his younger brother.
“What are you doing here?” He was dressed in a tuxedo and for once his mane of black hair was combed back. “You clean up nice Black.”
“Why aren’t you at the ball?” He completely ignores my question and takes a cautious step into the dungeon before walking in completely and I roll my eyes before following him down the steps to where the sofas were located.
“I enjoy my peace,” was my snarky reply and he stopped suddenly, causing me to collide with his back. He spins around so fast that I had to take a step back to put some distance between us.
“I waited and waited but you never showed.”
I was so confused about this whole conversation that all I could do was stare at him with my mouth open in shock, the only sound coming out was this little noise from the back of my throat. He was too close now and I found myself getting lost in the musky scent of his cologne. He seems to realize the affect that he was having on me.
“You stood me up at the ball,” he says slowly, his voice was like chocolate that was melting on a hot day.
“You never asked me,” I stutter out and now he looked just as curious and confused as I was.
“Didn’t you get my letter?” He interrogates and I shake my head. I hear him mumble about a stupid bird before taking a deep sigh and staring at me, doing his smolder that made me weak in the knees. “Will you accompany me to the Yule Ball?”
“I don’t have a dress.”
“Then just dance with me,” before I could reply he had already pulled me into him and was swaying us to that song he was humming.