❝ i stay up all night ,
tell myself i'm alright ,
baby you're just harder
to see than most .
i put the record on ,
wait till i hear our song ,
every night i'm dancing ,
with your ghost . ❞
SIRIUS BLACK FANFICTION
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AND NOW WAS THE DAY that they will be showing witches and wizards about the play they have been placing a lot of effort to; thornton's way. sirius was absolutely nervous for his parents will be there. he thought maybe walburga was there to show the disgusted look he has been given so many times to make him embarrassed. as the usual. but he was sort of glad that orion was there, they had a better relationship than him to that mother of his.
banners were punctured on the wall, the students were in casual clothing, shuffling to to the great hall with their parents beside them, taking seats at the rows of chairs that the authorities fixed up. the professors had their own seating arrangements, at the nearest row with tight lipped smiles upon their faces while they wait for it to start. lolita solaris and sirius black are now fixing their character costumes with nervous looks on their faces, this was her second time but first to become apart of the main characters, the other to his first.
(𝒚/𝒏) wasn't to be seen in his sight, and it made him slightly concerned (?) if that was the word perfect for his own expression. he sighed, shaking his head slowly to take out the thoughts about her and went to stage with the girl playing as genevieve. it's showtime, as they say.
there are stylish people on the stage, acting their part. some are playing cards; a couple behind them are enjoying their drinks of butterbeer with joyful grins. a waitress strolls over to the bar where the two stand, acting in complete character. one was chatting with the bartender as the other stood a foot in front of the eBoNY haired maurader and back turned on him as she had her hands on her hips, acting all pouty and trying to be cute as the script told her to be.
sirius looks down on the hat in his hands, before his grey eyes are now fixated on her-- they both didn't look happy. "you promised me, tommy. no more of your no-goodnik schemes." her voice was laced with sadness, as she faced him, "you promised me we'd go to paris..."
whilst the boy said his lines professionally, eddie zimmerhoff checks onto the crowd as madam pince gazes anxiously at the performers in the stage. they hoped there wouldn't be sleeping students, this was something that was usual every year. well, atleast it lowered when some that were known to the school began to join this troupe. and right now, there wasn't any person snoring in the background-- for now.
orion black enters the play quietly, they conjured a spell that made the doors open and close in pure silence, to not make anybody distracted and interrupted. he had a fight with walburga a few days ago, about sirius and given each other the cold shoulder. causing the reason to why they weren't by each others side. he sat some place else, by the middle row with a pleased look.
sirius meets his eyes and it lightened for a bit, and then back to lolita's. "i'm not gonna sit on my keister and watch all the fat cats in this town get rich, okay? trust me." genevieve (lolita) looks away, visibly annoyed, her arms folded against her chest. "this is a sure thing." he added.
