flourishing • wolfstar

breakfast.

Minerva McGonagall is a woman of inspiration. Her firm but fair nature remains admirable amongst even her former pupils many years ago, and her devotion to her job has lived strongly for her whole career. The Marauders think of her as a second mother (even Sirius who believes that Mrs Potter is his first) due to the amount of detentions they have sat. As she walks in to the deserted Great Hall, she takes a faint notice to the ceiling above which is painted roughly as the night sky. A pang of adoration bursts in her chest as the memory of the boys she had consulted many detentions for revealed the decorated ceiling as a birthday present.

After a moment of admiration looking at it, she quickly snapped back to being professional Professor McGonagall and insisted that the boys tell her how they managed to complete such a large task. They hurriedly explained the Headmaster Dumbledore had granted them permission to renovate the space above which he eagerly agreed to after they explained it was for their loveably harsh teacher. No other headmaster of Hogwarts would allow any part (save the common rooms) of the school to be modernised, despite the fact that some places were in dire need of it. They promised Albus Dumbledore to keep the colours toned down to assure that the majestic age of it would be kept. Agreeing with this, he even hired professional painters to chip in to help. The fusion of dark blues and ebonies blended together in a mix of beauty, and the silver specks stood out boldly. Sirius Black was incredibly happy with the results of it (especially the with the Canis Major constellation) and so was Minerva.

Remus passes the Hufflepuff table and accidentally overhears conversations.
"Have you noticed? The common room tune is Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer!" he hears Katherine Adams whisper to her friend, excitedly tucking her blonde hair behind her ear and it falls around the yellow-rimmed lapel of her Hufflepuff blazer. He finds their house code quite enticing. For Slytherin, you simply have to type in a certain password in to an electronic pad near the entrance wall and for Gryffindor it's the same. For Ravenclaw, the pad has a riddle for the person wishing to enter, and they have to submit their answer in the same answer in the same way Gryffindors and Slytherins have to; by typing it in. For Hufflepuff, though, it doesn't mess with words and wit. Instead, there's a touchable screen with coloured bars much like a piano that play tunes, and the Hufflepuffs are inclined to memorise the pattern to put in. Most of the time, it's a popular melody or a fitting one and in this case, it's festive for Christmas.

"Hey, Remus. Um, it seems that Marlene told Sirius who probably told you that I wanted to have sex with you and... and not saying that I don't because you're so attractive and nice, but er, if that made you uncomfortable then sorry. Marlene needs to keep her gob shut, as do I," Mary laughs at the end and cracks a faint smile which makes Remus so the same in return.
"No, it's fine. I take your compliments kindly."
"Goodness, you're starting to sound like Sirius before he dropped his dictionary!" Mary laughs and Sirius seems to hear and pouts.
"Mary, how rude! Gosh, go run back to Papa McDonald and eat his heaven-sent chips. Shit, those chips," Sirius sighs dreamily, "I think I deserve a discount, no?"
"If he and Marlene weren't so gay, then I think that they'd be together. Such big twats, they are," Mary murmurs and Sirius scoffs.
"Well, it's a good thing I am gay because I would never go for her! Look at me and then look at her! Her hair needs a jolly good wash just to get half on my level and I'm way more funny her!" Sirius huffs before shovelling scramble and beans in to his mouth. He's out as a homosexual to the school (mostly due to Severus Snape sending news that Sirius had snogged Julian Fisher behind Honeydukes when they were sixteen) and people who despised him were eager to get the information to Skeeter so he could be outed to the whole world without mercy, but as it got to Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, they were furious with the thought that teens could be that cruel so they put their foot down and prohibited any contact to any news reporter without a reason. After it had been announced in a wise enough way to draw attention away from Sirius or Julian, Snape seemed particularly frustrated. Having grown accustomed to them, the glares that Sirius receives from the odd homophobe don't really bother him, but days after his deliberate outing, he couldn't stomach the feeling of depression within him, and that didn't bode well with anything he did.

Scooping the last spoon of cereal in to his mouth, Remus finds his gaze settling on Sirius who is now biting his thumb as he reads something on his phone. He sits in front of him, Mary on one side and James on the other, and looks up, too.
"How do you say 'no' in a polite way?"
"No thank you?" Remus responds, baffled.
" 'Kay," he then notices the look on his friend's face, "I just needed to know because Zayn Sadeeq asked me to go meet him in the Astronomy Tower at midnight. He even put a winky face at the end. The audacity of that fucker! He should know that thing's mine!" Sirius snarls.
"Woah, Sadeeq? I thought his body count was like, fifty! He's straighter than me," James chips in.
"No one is straighter than you," Peter points out, placing another sausage on to his plate. Claimed by the expert foodie, also known as Peter Pettigrew, Hogwarts sausages are apparently God's blessing to our land, but Sirius disagrees and says it's the croissants. Remus thinks it's Weetabix.

so, how's everyone doing? good? nice to know. if you're not, i'll donate some chocolate that i just got and i hope it'll make you better .-.
sorry if it doesn't. if y'all need someone to talk to, i'm here and i'd be glad to listen to you vent or anything.
see you next millennium