Challenge 30 :: Moving On
Title: Moving On
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Sirius Black, OFC, OMC
Summary: In a quarter of the Department of Mysteries, there is a special office, and their newest resident is having trouble moving on. Part One is here.
Word Count: 815
Purchases: Quill and Parchment as noted in the user info.
“I think I liked it better when it was pink,” Jade complained, looking down at her green sweater, frowning.
“Hey now! I worked really hard on that, love. Don’t mock it.” Abel said. “I think it matches your eyes beautifully.”
“Yeah, says you. Do we have a mirror somewhere? I think I remember seeing one the other day…” Jade trailed off. She looked around, and debated whether or not it was worth it to wander out into the darkness of the rest of the quarter just to find a mirror to look at a green sweater that she knew was ugly anyway.
“Mirrors are for vain people; you don’t need a mirror.” Abel grinned as he passed her on the way to his desk. She wrinkled her nose in his general direction, and then went to her own desk. Sitting on the edge, she looked down at her name plate. It wasn’t crooked today. She straightened her shoulders proudly. Now she had a proper desk.
Beside her, Abel was scratching away with a quill on a sheet of parchment. “What’re you doing anyway? It isn’t as if we have proper paper work.”
They had paperwork, sure, but it wasn’t the type that mattered. It was everything no one else could be bothered with. You know, scrap booking the life of Harry Potter using colors that matched his eyes and the Gryffindor House, going over receipts from the waste removal company, and filing complaints about the Minister of Magic.
“Er, it’s a letter to the new guy. I thought it might cheer him up, him being so depressed and all.” He held up the paper, and she saw a rather crude stick figure waving a sign that said ‘be happy’.
“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.” She scoffed, and she watched, ready to laugh when Abel’s plan failed, as he walked over to where their newest recruit was sitting, hunched over and staring at the floor.
Abel reached out, and put his hand on the other man’s shoulder. The reaction wasn’t violent exactly, but it was if the man’s whole body had suddenly become a weapon, and she could see it tensed.
"I think you should remove your hand, before I remove it for you." The man looked up at Abel.
“Alright, alright. Geez, give a guy a break, will ya mate? I just wanted to give you this. It’s from the sweet little lady over there.”
Jade spluttered, her mouth agape. Abel was going to pay for that somehow. She wasn’t clear on the details yet, but it was going to be painful.
The man looked at her, eyes scanning her face before he looked at the paper. She watched him closely, ignoring Abel who was grinning like a manic as he made his way back to his desk. She swore she could see the ghost of a smile on the man’s face. But she still moved back and drew her wand when he stood up and made his way over to her. She had watched him closely over the last few days, and she was certain he was lightly mad; either way, she wasn’t taking her chances by letting him catch her unawares.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” His whisper was hoarse, and she winced. He hadn’t spoken since that first day, the one that still echoed in her head like the howl echoed in the farthest reaches of the quarter.
“I can’t know that. I don’t even know your name. I didn’t draw that you know.” She was rambling just a bit, but she was nervous.
He looked at her for a moment, and clenched the paper in his hand hard. “My name is Sirius. Sirius like the dog star. It’s a pleasure, Jade.” She started at the mention of her name; she’d forgotten she’d told him. He held out his hand toward her.
“I still don’t trust you.” She held her wand toward his hand as if it were a monster about to strike.
"Be that as it may, I think I'd still rather you pointed your wand elsewhere. I’m rather fond of my hand, you see.” He smiled at her.
She lowered her wand slowly; his smile was irresistible. “You aren’t going to suddenly attack me or anything right? I mean, I don’t know if you can get hurt in this place, really, but if you can there’d be no way to take care of it save for that idiot’s” she pointed at Abel, “healing spells. And I wouldn’t trust them as far as I can throw you.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “I promise I won't suddenly attack you.”
“Make sure you keep that promise.” She glared at him before taking the paper from his hand and smoothing it out. “You should keep that. You might need it again.”
“I just might.” He replied.
Samantha//Slytherin
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Sirius Black, OFC, OMC
Summary: In a quarter of the Department of Mysteries, there is a special office, and their newest resident is having trouble moving on. Part One is here.
Word Count: 815
Purchases: Quill and Parchment as noted in the user info.
“I think I liked it better when it was pink,” Jade complained, looking down at her green sweater, frowning.
“Hey now! I worked really hard on that, love. Don’t mock it.” Abel said. “I think it matches your eyes beautifully.”
“Yeah, says you. Do we have a mirror somewhere? I think I remember seeing one the other day…” Jade trailed off. She looked around, and debated whether or not it was worth it to wander out into the darkness of the rest of the quarter just to find a mirror to look at a green sweater that she knew was ugly anyway.
“Mirrors are for vain people; you don’t need a mirror.” Abel grinned as he passed her on the way to his desk. She wrinkled her nose in his general direction, and then went to her own desk. Sitting on the edge, she looked down at her name plate. It wasn’t crooked today. She straightened her shoulders proudly. Now she had a proper desk.
Beside her, Abel was scratching away with a quill on a sheet of parchment. “What’re you doing anyway? It isn’t as if we have proper paper work.”
They had paperwork, sure, but it wasn’t the type that mattered. It was everything no one else could be bothered with. You know, scrap booking the life of Harry Potter using colors that matched his eyes and the Gryffindor House, going over receipts from the waste removal company, and filing complaints about the Minister of Magic.
“Er, it’s a letter to the new guy. I thought it might cheer him up, him being so depressed and all.” He held up the paper, and she saw a rather crude stick figure waving a sign that said ‘be happy’.
“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.” She scoffed, and she watched, ready to laugh when Abel’s plan failed, as he walked over to where their newest recruit was sitting, hunched over and staring at the floor.
Abel reached out, and put his hand on the other man’s shoulder. The reaction wasn’t violent exactly, but it was if the man’s whole body had suddenly become a weapon, and she could see it tensed.
"I think you should remove your hand, before I remove it for you." The man looked up at Abel.
“Alright, alright. Geez, give a guy a break, will ya mate? I just wanted to give you this. It’s from the sweet little lady over there.”
Jade spluttered, her mouth agape. Abel was going to pay for that somehow. She wasn’t clear on the details yet, but it was going to be painful.
The man looked at her, eyes scanning her face before he looked at the paper. She watched him closely, ignoring Abel who was grinning like a manic as he made his way back to his desk. She swore she could see the ghost of a smile on the man’s face. But she still moved back and drew her wand when he stood up and made his way over to her. She had watched him closely over the last few days, and she was certain he was lightly mad; either way, she wasn’t taking her chances by letting him catch her unawares.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” His whisper was hoarse, and she winced. He hadn’t spoken since that first day, the one that still echoed in her head like the howl echoed in the farthest reaches of the quarter.
“I can’t know that. I don’t even know your name. I didn’t draw that you know.” She was rambling just a bit, but she was nervous.
He looked at her for a moment, and clenched the paper in his hand hard. “My name is Sirius. Sirius like the dog star. It’s a pleasure, Jade.” She started at the mention of her name; she’d forgotten she’d told him. He held out his hand toward her.
“I still don’t trust you.” She held her wand toward his hand as if it were a monster about to strike.
"Be that as it may, I think I'd still rather you pointed your wand elsewhere. I’m rather fond of my hand, you see.” He smiled at her.
She lowered her wand slowly; his smile was irresistible. “You aren’t going to suddenly attack me or anything right? I mean, I don’t know if you can get hurt in this place, really, but if you can there’d be no way to take care of it save for that idiot’s” she pointed at Abel, “healing spells. And I wouldn’t trust them as far as I can throw you.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “I promise I won't suddenly attack you.”
“Make sure you keep that promise.” She glared at him before taking the paper from his hand and smoothing it out. “You should keep that. You might need it again.”
“I just might.” He replied.
Samantha//Slytherin