Secret Prankster (Sirius Black) ON HOLD

Lucy

A/N

I know Lucius  would have already left Hogwarts, but I really want him here.

Look at young Lucius! He's adorable! Sigh...what happened to you...

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One evening, when Scarlett felt sufficiently on top of her work, she decided it was finally time to find a swimming pool. No one seemed to know about one, but she was certain she could find something that could work. After significant searching and enquiring, the closest thing she had heard of was the Prefect's bathroom. It would obviously not quite double as a swimming pool but she certainly fancied the luxury of a relaxing bath. The weather was exceedingly cold in recent days. However she was warned to be stealthy as there would be trouble if it was found out that she had used it without permission.

She stuffed a change of clothes, shampoo and soap into a small bag that she had charmed to hold a lot more than it seemed. Scarlett made her way over to the fifth corridor quickly. Once she had reached it, she followed the instructions she had been given by Remus - 'behind the fourth door to the left of the Boris the Bewildered statue'. She quietly pushed the door open and sneaked inside.

Once she entered, she was surprised to find that the bathtub was indeed huge, and tens of golden taps lined the bathtub glimmering. It was strange that the bathtub was full though - she couldn't see anyone around. She took a few steps closer, but jumped out of her skin when someone's head rose from the water. An expanse of long, remarkably white-blond hair was immediately visible. What beautiful hair. Scarlett couldn't help but admire it. The girl's head was facing the window, so she hadn't yet spotted the intruder. Scarlett had already decided that she wanted to be her friend. After all, someone with hair as great as hers would be worthy of her friendship.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your bath - I hope you don't mind. You have the most beautiful hair by the way," Scarlett began but was abruptly cut short when the bathing figure turned towards her.

"You're...you're...not a girl" She said slowly, her mouth open.

"How perceptive of you," he drawled. She noticed that his skin was deathly pale, he could easily have been mistaken him a vampire. She tried not to look at his broad shoulders, though she couldn't help but flush slightly when she thought about the fact that he was unabashedly unclothed.

"You are beautiful," She said quietly, cleared her throat, and looked away. She noticed his eyes focused on her tie with distaste - he was assessing her carefully. 

"You're the Dixon girl, aren't you? Mummy mentioned you were coming to Hogwarts. Though I certainly didn't expect you to be a...Gryffindor."  

Scarlett decided at this point that she wanted to marry him. Though she found it problematic he referred to his mother as 'mummy', she was certain she could convince him to leave that behind.

"You're correct, I assume you're acquainted with my grandmother." Scarlet smiled.

"So it seems I've finally met the mysterious Dixon girl that's been hidden away in France all this time." He slowly moved closer towards the edge of the pool. Scarlett swallowed audibly when she observed his movements. She hated how awkward she felt in this situation - it seemed it was true that studying at an all-girls school had its impact on her ability to interact with the opposite sex.

She laughed. "My parents were always so busy, we didn't often have the spare time to visit my relatives. So you must be a...Lestrange or a Black perhaps..." she trailed off trying to work out who he was.

"Turn around." He said curtly. Puzzled, Scarlett took a few steps closer to the door and kept her eyes firmly shut. She heard him move out of the tub and accio his bathrobe. She waited in silence, her skin buzzing.