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Post by Delilah Simon on Jul 27, 2007 21:01:24 GMT -5
It didn't make sense.
How could she be so happy one minute and so upset the next? It was like she was on some sort of crazy, haywire, emotional roller coaster that kept going and going. Every time she tried to get off as it stopped briefly and she thought she was safe, it pulled her back again and she was thrown into a whirlwind of events against her will. It was like she was swimming in an ocean alone or, standing in a crowded room, screaming at that top of her lungs but no one even looked up. It just didn't make sense.
As Delilah dashed outside, crystal tears shimmering in her eyes, she wondered briefly if anyone had bothered to follow her. She certainly hoped no one did, unless it was someone that she was comfortable with and trusted. No one possibly could've known though. No one could've seen her, no one could've known about the fight with her ex, the failed test that only added to everything else on her mind.
Her cheeks were stained with tears, looking as though she'd been sobbing for hours, but in reality she'd only been upset about five minutes ago. But it had felt like an eternity. It was a chilly night and she wasn't wearing her cloak, or even her robes. Just her plaid skirt and the button-up white shirt, part of her uniform. She had at one point been wearing her blue and silver striped Ravenclaw tie, hanging loosely and not tied around her neck, but it was gone now. She gussed that in her flight from the enterance hall it had flown off, probably somewhere on the Grand Staircase, but there was no way she was going back up there. No way in hell. We'll have to move. she decided, sniffling, not slowing her pace. To Zimbabwe.
She stopped running, out of breath and hugged her arms around her chest, sinking to her knees, in the middle of the stone circle at the exit of the wodden bridge. She did the best to blink her tears away and closed her eyes in one last desperate attempt to keep the crystal droplets of sadness from falling. But she failed, and one silent tear escaped her light grey eyes and slipped lightly down her cheek. She shuddered, both from cold and humiliation. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, her entire body quivering as she sniffled loudly and attempted to brush her tears away. She blinked rapidly, several times, but her eyes didn't leave the ground. She was afraid that if she looked up, she'd remember, and then nothing would be okay again. Ever.
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 28, 2007 13:03:01 GMT -5
Sirius had yet to go to bed, he was always the last one to slip beneath the covers at night and the third one up in the morning. Insomnia usually wavered over Sirius's head during the nights, and scattered sleep was the only comfort that he would receive from it - which why he was always last to bed - because he believed that if he stayed up long enough than maybe he would be able to become more exhausted. Sometimes this method had the exact opposite effect than the one that he desired, whatever the results he usually ended up laying in bed and staring at the ceiling for a vast unnumerable amount of time. It was still early in the night, but late enough for few people to be wandering around, even now students were worried about getting caught out after curfew. Sirius had bigger problems, like how he was going to make a valid excuse for looking like a sap as he sat under the vast star-blotched sky. Seated on a bench in the far corner of the dark deserted courtyard, Sirius was sure that he was by himself, that no one else would be around or outside at this hour. So, he enjoyed his own solitude underneath the starry sky, wondering how long he sit out here without being caught by passing prefect or professor. Although he knew that neither really had any reason to be out here, it had never stopped people in the past. Even if he was caught he would never really admit to what he was really doing out here, aside from holding a burning cigarette in his hand - which currently proved to be his latest excuse. The red tip gleamed brightly, casting dim shadows on the wall that the bench had been pushed again. Dark shadows fell across Sirius's handsome face, obscuring his identity, just in case anyone did passed by. The silence was far to engulfing and calm for even Sirius to care much about anyone else who would pass by, unless they were making a terrible amount of racket.
Propping his legs up on the bench he settled himself horizontally across, leaning his back against the wall and staring up into the sky. He was still dressed in his robes from earlier today, he hadn't seen a need to change and even now it didn't make a difference to him. The red and gold striped tie around his neck had been loosened, and the top few buttons on his collared shirt were undone like usual. He also had a shabby black traveling cloak drapped over his shoulders to keep out the chill of the night that had set in the past few weeks. Overall he appeared the same sloppy mess that he usually was, and he had no intention of fixing it, especially since now school was out of session for the day. It had been hours ago that he had been sitting in the last class of the day eagerly waiting for the bell to ring, and than for dinner to start. He wasn't hungry now to say the least, in fact he still felt quite stuff from dinner. The lights of Hogwarts blazed across the courtyard shining down from the castle. It was definitely a sight when paired with the stars in the night sky. Grey eyes were drawn upward with a gaze of intensity, to think that the stars would shine brighter if someone would put all the lights out. He seemed detached from waht was happening around him yet, he also felt so much a part of it that there was a lack of words for that feeling.
Than a figure had flung itself out of the doors that led into the courtyard, light spilled from the open doors into dark night now, blinding Sirius as he looked up staring directly into it. He blinked in the darkness, wondering who would come running out here at this time. He was to far away to really get a good glimpse of the figure, especially since it was so dark outside. All the sudden the figure stopped in the middle of the courtyard. Sirius tilted his head in her direction, he wondered if he should leave, the figure didn't appear to be looking for someone. Snubbing his cigarette out on the wall near the bench, Sirius got up placing his feet firmly on the ground as he headed in her direction. As he got closer, he heard the sound of weeping, and he recognized the figure as a student - a girl perhaps. It didn't take long for Sirius to recognize the form of Deliah Simon in the darkness, she was crying and he had not the slighest idea as to why. Walking up beside her without making the slighest sound he removed his cloak in one flick of the wrist and threw it over her shoulders. "Are you alright?" Sirius said gently, laying a hand on her shoulder. He hoped that the motion hadn't startled her.
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Post by Delilah Simon on Jul 28, 2007 13:21:27 GMT -5
Sudden warmth enveloped Delilah in that instant, and her eyes flew open. Someone had found her. Gods, she hoped it wasn't anyone that would give her detention. Dell was almost never in trouble, actually she'd only had detention, once, but for good reason, she'd gathered. Sure she'd snuck out with her friends before (she was terrifed the whole time and demanded the use to James' Invisibility Cloak) but she'd never been out by herself. It was late, it was dark, and suddenly she berated herself for running and being stupid. But then, she realized that the warmth she'd just felt was a cloak; she'd recognize the warm, cottony material anywhere. Hurriedly, she wiped at her eyes before lifting them to look to her rescuer.
"Are you alright?"
Then, his hand was on her shoulder and the shadows on his face moved away a bit as he knelt beside her. Blinking rapidly to clear her vision, Delilah was relieved to see that it was him and not someone else. "Sirius." she said softly, trying to keep the quake out of her voice. Sirius was here, he wouldn't let her stupid ex hurt her feelings anymore. She took a deep breath to calm herself and sat back on her heels a bit, tugging his cloak tighter around her shoulders. Sniffling a bit, she tried once again to wipe her face nonconspicuously for any trace of tears. She hated crying, though if it was Sirius or a few select others she didn't mind so much.
"Yes, I'm okay. I'll be okay." she said, a bit embarassed that he'd discovered her in such a state to begin with, but nonetheless grateful for his comfort. She reached up with her free hand (the other currently holding his cloak in place) and pushed her curly blonde hair out of her face, before moving it to lay over his lightly. "Thank you." she managed with a small smile, dropping her hand and looking at the ground, glad that the last remnants of tears seemed to be disappearing, though she couldn't hold back the occasional sniffle.
Clear blue eyes lifted back to him, still shimmering with the light trace of tears, and she frowned lightly. "You should wear this." she said, referring to the cloak. "Won't you be cold?"
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Post by Sirius Black on Jul 28, 2007 22:52:39 GMT -5
Her tear streamed face peered up at him, shining in the moonlight as if it were the surface of some lake or an iced over ocean. With him he had brought the smell of stale cigarettes and moonlight trailing along beside him, he definitely wasn't unwelcome here by her side. She needed someone to help her right now, because it appeared that she had fallen - or maybe someone had gone and knocked her down. The streams that had been trickling down her face before had struck a pang inside Sirius, he never really saw her cry unless it was really bad, so he deduced that it had to have been really bad. His grey eyes watched her intently, as if she would slip from underneath his eyesight in a moment turning to run away from him after he found her. But he knew that she wouldn't run, he was just looking for the reason why she was crying, but all knowledge that he had of her fell sort of why she was crying. Although an inept womanizer Sirius Black still hadn't figured them out from every angle just yet, he was still running on the bare minimum knowledge that it required to just get by as it was said. He was just a good liar, so of course he had everyone fooled - several times over.
Hearing his name murmured beneath her breath, he was hoping that she was alright and practically hanging on every word. Like the defensive older brother, Sirius was ready to beat down the first name she uttered in connection to her crying. He would be out the door - or rather in the door of Hogwarts in less than five minutes if she did give him a list - his wand drawn and murderous intent dwelling in his usually soft grey eyes. But apparently the names would not be given right away, she was now insisting that she was going to be okay. He rubbed her shoulder consolingly before removing his hand, allowing her to be swallowed up by his shabby black traveling cloak - a tokken of an old hand-me-down given to him by his father - the one that drank too much and thought to little. Closed mindedness was really a disease of the brain, perhaps the majority of his family was severely suffering from it - aside from him and his cousin Andromeda that was.
Although it was dark outside, he knew that she was proud and he could practically see the redness in her face even in the dark night. She was perhaps embrassed that she had been crying, but Sirius didn't want her to be, he ignored the feeling that was ebbing away at him to resist making the meeting awkward. "Yeah, but you're not okay right now." Sirius protested, he kept his distance from her, not wanting to seem overbearing. With his reputation hanging around his neck, it definitely weighted down the actions and the words that he could put forth toward the girls he considered merely friends. He was a notorious liar, and than there was the womanizing part, he wondered if half the time they ever believed a word that he uttered. They would just have to trust him, perhaps they knew that he wasn't all that bad. "Just give me names and I'll take care of them." Sirius replied gently, there might have been a hint of teasing in his voice but it could've gone either way, Sirius was known for his temper when he was pushed to the utmost limits. When someone had been going around hurting his friends that was one of the times when he broke and allowed his anger to flow freely causing a wake of chaos. She seemed to be accepting his help, but maybe not his suggestion about taking care of the things that were bothering her. "Don't mention it." His voice was a borderline whisper now, for the fragile near silence between them was delicate and had to be broken in a certain way. The whole situation was made out of a single layer of blown glass, and it could only be handled with extreme caution for the whole thing threatened to come tumbling down without warning.
Her blue eyes shined, peering out at him from the tear stained face, which was nearly dry now. She was offering him the cloak that he drapped over her shoulders when he had found her a few moments ago. "You need it, you're going to catch cold coming out here without a cloak in the middle of the night." This statement sounded so motherly that Sirius almost vomited at the sound of his own voice. He was concerned about her, he couldn't help it, she was one of his best friends. Sirius shook his head slowly, "I'll be fine, I don't need it, I've got thick blood." He protested with a semi-smile. And a thick skull to go with, it must run in the family. Sirius thought bitterly to himself.
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Post by Delilah Simon on Jul 28, 2007 23:13:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, but you're not okay right now."
The concern in his voice, and even in his mysterious grey eyes was more apparant than he realized, because Delilah sensed it right away. It made her feel a bit warmer than the cloak already had, and now for the time being she was comfortable. She was grateful and glad that he was worried about her, and felt safer knowing he was near. Most other girls simply wanted him in the sack, or just to be able to stand next to him for five minutes because of his good looks and charm. Hell, half the girls in her house from second year up would probably murder her for his cloak right now. Sirius Black's worry and friendship were hard to come by and she treasured it greatly.
She, along with every sensible person in the school knew of his rather rambunctious and womanizing past, but, contrary to popular belief, she quite honestly didn't give a damn. He was who he was and that was enough for her. She was actually surprised when they first started getting close, it was not to long after she and Remus had, well... "been drunk" together. She'd been afraid that the seemingly ever-perverted Sirius Black wouldn't see her as a person, but rather the blonde who shagged his best friend. But he proved her wrong, and now as they relied on each other more and more she berated herself for doubting him even for an instant.
"No." she said after a moment, a rather humorous, dry laugh passing her lips. "No, I suppose I'm not alright right now." she murmured, tugging his cloak closer around her, a sudden chill passing through her that had nothing to do with the temperature.
"Just give me names and I'll take care of them."
Ah, there it was. Where Sirius sometimes lacked in the ability to verbally comfort people, he made up for it in his actions. He was fiercely protective and it was easy to tell. She supposed that's one of the reasons she felt so damn safe with him. But nonetheless, Dell hated when anyone at all got hurt, and didn't want Sirius to get in trouble anyways. Besides, once her womanizing friend found out what her ex, Micheal, had said and done... Well she'd have to hold him back herself.
Letting a small, yet somewhat forced smile upon her face, Delilah shook her head briefly. "No." she said in her soft, melodic voice. "Not yet, you'd kill him. And I don't think I could get Remus to help us out of getting sent to Azkaban for murder." Much like Remus himself, Dell was rather reserved, but still cared for her friends with all her heart. She noticed he was holding back a bit, recognizing it as his 'I don't know what to do, and I don't want to screw up' kind of position. Reaching out with her free hand, she rubbed his arm soothingly for a moment, smiling softly. "It's okay." she said after she dropping her hand and giving a sigh.
"You need it, you're going to catch cold coming out here without a cloak in the middle of the night. I'll be fine, I don't need it, I've got thick blood."
Surpressing a smile, Delilah nodded once, obediently. "Yes, Daddy." she muttered a bit dryly, teasing him, but still feeling a bit upset. Her eyes caught the bench she guessed he'd been sitting on before, and wanted to get off the cold ground but didn't trust her shaky knees to hold her up. Tilting her head toward said bench, she said. "Get me to that bench and I'll give you details. I don't trust my stupid legs to work right now." she muttered the last part, as if her legs could hear her and would be ashamed.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 1, 2007 23:57:52 GMT -5
Surprisingly it only took a few minutes for her to crack the truth of the situation tonight so maybe it had really been bad, possibly it was worth the bother of explaining it all to him tonight. Usually he could tell right away when things were bad, and right now the words were written all over her face in the form of the pooling tears that had been there five minutes ago. But things were better now - or at least they gave the illusion of being better because someone else was here now - someone who might be able to help. It was during these times now more than ever that Sirius felt the burden of being a good friend, which meant helping people pick themselves back up because gawd knew that they would do the same exact thing for him.
So there he stood a bit awkwardly at first, but he was quickly finding his environment near her side because he was Sirius Black - one of the few people left on the Earth that could make themselves comfortable wherever there was a speck of oxygen to be had. Although he seemed more relaxed than he actually was on the inside, Sirius was desperately trying to stand still by her side, he was involuntarily fidgeting with a loss of words - or really lack of them. He wasn't very good at comforting people, especially girls because that was when he had to worry about weather or not he was getting to close to them. Hell, that reminded him of the day not so long ago when James, his best friend, announced that his father had died, what a moment that had been - Sirius Black speechless for the first second in his life since before he could use spoken words. What a riot. When they were upset some girls didn't want to be charmed or seduced, or even spoken to and that was what always made Sirius uneasy about these situations. But as he soon saw he might have been on the right track giving her his cloak because the air seemed to get colder as they stood there, he watched her shiver through a pair of observant grey eyes. He barely felt the chill of the air himself because he had been wrapped in that wretched cloak of his for the last two hours. Besides the cold air gave his wit a greater edge just in case someone else might want to join them in their midnight stroll - that could never be good news.
Sirius's reassured smile fell, "I'd hid the body afterwards of course too." Sirius replied rather pointedly, he was no moron when it came to disposing of things - hell they disposed of Snivellius all the time. Actually he fit rather neatly into any passing broom closest or even overhead compartment, and who said Slytherins weren't travel worthy?
Than her hand was laying lightly on his arm for a moment giving him a pat of consolation before it slumped back to her side. So supposedly he was doing good tonight instead of the remote opposite, the side that he was actually known for. "It's not going to be okay until you tell me what's wrong." Sirius protested, he didn't know if that was the end of her 'I'm okay" speech or even the beginning of a new one, she was a hard one to read sometimes and he found himself getting lost in the translation of her world.
At the mention of his cloak, Sirius found himself scowling as she was taunting him for expressing the reasons why she needed it more than he did. Of course she was going to give him hell because that was something that he shouldn't have said outloud. Now she has blackmail on me, again. He thought bitterly to himself, considering snatching the cloak from her grasp before running across the courtyard and back to the castle. But he wasn't that mean, so he took the taunting with a glitter in his grey eyes as he made to help her across the courtyard to the sanctioned bench that was the new relocation spot. Sirius reached out towards Delilah and attempted to slip her hand around his neck to offer her a hand to walk over to where the bench was. Whatever had happened it had to have been bad to reduce her to this shuddering mess that was now standing before him, usually she was the queen of composure.
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Post by Delilah Simon on Aug 2, 2007 8:07:32 GMT -5
"I'd hid the body afterwards of course too."
This brought a smile to her face, albeit a somewhat smaller one than usual, but a smile nonetheless. Sirius was absolutely convinced that he had no idea how to make people feel better; the truth was, he was so damn charming that it cheered her up, even at times like this. Maybe he didn't have this affect on other people, but Delilah loved being around Sirius. Not in a romantic way, of course, like her friend Colton and so many others thought, no. Sirius was like her older brother and one of her dearest and closest friends. He was a good guy, obvious by his present actions, and Dell had him pinned.
"It's not going to be okay until you tell me what's wrong."
She noticed that touching his arm lightly had relaxed him a bit. She knew if he was reduced to twitching slightly every now and then and pretty much at a loss for words, that he must really be concerned. Once she got to that bench, she resolved, she'd tell him. Giving a deep sigh and pushing her blonde hair out of her face a bit, she nodded. "I know." she murmured, catching his eyes and giving him a slightly guilty look. Sirius would rather comfort her as best he could, and then run off and beat the person who'd made her cry into a pulp. She knew he'd feel better that way, and honestly so would she.
She caught the scowl on his face and this made her smile as well. Aww. Letting a light laugh pass her lips, forgetting momentarily of her problems, the ever-caring Delilah planted a light kiss on his frowning cheek. "Sirius Black, you're a sweetheart." she said, her bright blue eyes smiling with her. She knew he was scowling because she'd teased him about his kind comment, and wanted to show him that genuinely, it was nice.
With Sirius' aid, Delilah felt herself steadily rising to her feet, her arm around his neck of course, and her other hand was still holding his cloak firmly in place. They began to slowly move across the courtyard (well, rather, Sirius began to move across the courtyard as he was mostly holding Delilah up.) Sinking down onto the bench, also with Sirius' aid, she gave a small sound of relief, and was about to turn and thank him, when the stale scent of cigarettes flooded her senses. Her blue eyes shifting, she easily caught sight of the slowly burning out end of what she knew he was probably smoking before she ran out here. "Again, huh?" she mused dryly, catching his eye, her expression neutral. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, she prepared herself to reveal to Sirius something that no other living soul knew... Giving a low, resigned sigh, she pushed her hand quickly through her hair and cleared her throat, averting his gaze. "Please tell me you have more." she murmured, soft enough to where that she knew he'd hear at least, but not loud enough to make it seem real. She hated the habit, it grossed her out, but she only did it when she was extremely stressed or upset. Tonight would mark maybe the fifth time since her second year she'd done it, and that was rather stupendous. The things weren't addicting to her, but her mother smoked, and for some odd reason after a while and a go at it herself she figured out that it was relaxing, at least to those who were used to it.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 4, 2007 10:50:16 GMT -5
Sirius grinned a bit through his frown when he realized that he had succeeded in lightening the mood a bit when his intentions had truly been to express his frustration with her comment. Of course there was no staying mad at her because it had only been a joke, and sometimes Sirius couldn't take them as well as he could dish it when the joke was on him - usually that meant someone had outsmarted him which never proved an easy task. There was a price to pay for his concern, because it never came easy, usually it had to wrenched from him or willingly given in such a situation as this one. He gave it sparingly, although he had plenty of it when it came to James and the rest of the marauders, who made up just a few of the people that he geniuely cared for. The people that he actually cared for rather than pretended to numbered very few, and those in that small circle considered themselves rather lucky.
The light kiss on his cheek came as something of a surprise, which was no wonder why his complex suddenly flushed a very light shade of crimson. Sirius wasn't used to a compliment such as the one that she spoke, strangely he usually heard quite the opposite unless those words were spoken in a bitter sarcastically detached tone that would make even the biggest manwhore envious. "Half the girls in this school would not agree with you." Sirius replied in an amused tone as his fingers shot a bit shyly up to the place where her lips had touched his cheek. We're just friends, he chided himself gently, there was a barrier and that was how it was meant to stay, she wasn't another one of his stands - just another friend. His normal complexion returned as his hand dropped again to his side as if it had never happened, although the grey eyes held onto a faint strand of the situation.
As Sirius supported Delilah he brought her to bench that she had pointed out earlier - it happened to be the one that he had been sitting on before she had arrived. She was light, so light that it took him very little effort to help her onto the bench across the courtyard. The night seemed to engulf them, acting as some sort of cloak as they apporached the bench in the dark corner. The spot seemed strange to return to now, it was as if he hadn't been back around here for years, but yet he had just left it less than fifteen minutes ago. At first he didn't catch onto what she had been talking about when her first words appeared once he had helped her sit down on the bench, than he realized that the smell still lingered. That same scent was something that Sirius had become immune to, it polluted the hallways of his house, and his senses here at school. It was the same smell that often stuck to his clothes and was released through his breath because it was the one habit that he had left when the day was done. "Only reason I'm out here..." Sirius replied in a resigned fashion, she knew, Hell everyone knew about it - it was the worst kept secret in the history of worst kept secrets. He studied her neutral expression mildly in the dark night, unsure if his grey eyes were playing tricks on him or if it were true. He watched her gaze break away from his and he couldn't help but stand before her in mild confusion.
"Please tell me you have more."
Sirius's mouth fell open a little as he gaped in her direction, studying her face to see if the expression was as dead serious as her tone had been. He didn't think that she of all people smoked, especially since she had been one of the ones badgering him to quit - all his friends did. Her voice had been very soft and light, it could've been his imagination, but he knew that it was happening somehow. "Yeah...a lot more." Sirius begun slowly as if he didn't know exactly what to say, without another word he drew out the cigarette pack from underneath his cloak, it had been hanging in one pocket or another somewhere. He tapped the pack and a cigarette fell out, he handed it to her, and grabbed one for himself as well sticking it in the side of his mouth. He reached into his pocket searching for a lighter that he often used, he located it seconds later and clicked it on underneath Delilah's cigarette before doing the same for himself. Tonight was definitely turning out to be something, here he was outside smoking with the one girl who would've slapped him upside the face if he had been doing it around her on a normal day.
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Post by Delilah Simon on Aug 4, 2007 11:11:04 GMT -5
"Half the girls in this school would not agree with you."
She hadn't missed the light color on his cheeks, but of course didn't comment on it. She simply shook her head lightly and chuckled. "Half the girls in this school are dirty rotten tramps." she groused, rolling her eyes again. She knew that Sirius was a renound womanizer; but quite honestly she saw right past that into his insecurity. Maybe he didn't realize it himself, or maybe he knew and hide it from everyone else, but it was there and Delilah knew it better than anyone. After all, she was extremely tight with both him and Remus and James, and with the help of her female intuition, was able to put what others thought and saw behind her and judge for herself. And Sirius was a sweetheart. He just proved it.
"Only reason I'm out here..."
Delilah gave a light chuckle, feeling the cold ebb away nearly completely, she felt at ease with Sirius and his cloak was doing a rather good job of shielding her from the cold. Her tears were dry but not forgotten, and she planned on telling him everything just as soon as her pride and her heart would allow. "Good enough for me." she murmured, her blue eyes lifting to study the sky. Being a muggle-born, and with hardly any attention at home, Delilah had often camped outside under the stars, preferring that to a night in the mansion with her stuck up and horribly rude parents. Also loving to read, Dell had purchased several books on astronomy and knew the constellations quite well. She loved the stars, they were like an escape for her.
"Yeah...a lot more."
A light blush dusted over her cheeks, simply a bit embarassed to be admitting this to anyone. But she knew if she was to tell anyone, it would be Sirius. She kenw that in many ways, they were similar, most people just didn't pay any attention and judged them by house and outward appearance and actions. But over the years she'd discovered that both of them had shit for homelives, though in different aspects. And now he knew her secret. Smiling lightly, sheepishly, she accepted the cigarette and the light gratefully. Taking the first long pull, she exhaled the smoke through her nose and sighed. "Thanks." she murmured, her blush beginning to fade. "Don't tell anyone." she asked softly, her smile getting a bit bigger. "Delilah Simon the smoker, Hell must've frozen over." she mused, but then a revelation struck her. "I'll need to remember to bury my mother in a scarf." she joked with a glint in her eyes, yet trying to keep her posture serious.
Taking another pull, she found her eyes drifting to the stars once again. A wide smile broke onto her features. "Look, Padfoot." she said, nudging him gently with her elbow and pointing with her free hand to a constellation nearly directly above them. "You're in the sky." she said with a light grin, referring, of course, to the stars that formed to make a doggish outline against the inky black night sky.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 5, 2007 12:47:58 GMT -5
All prior discomfort had been forgotten as Sirius laughed rather loudly at Delilah's remark. He nearly fell to the floor laughing so hard, he had never heard her be so blunt about such a fact - it was a fact that few would readily admit but that Sirius could attest to more times than just a few. He knew this very well, in fact he had seen it all first hand a myraid amount of times, but whenever he shared it with anyone, they would just suppose he was bragging and had turned another girl 'whorish' to do his bidding.
He took the awkward silence in the air after he admitted to caring a pack of cigarettes as embrassment on Delilah's part. But than just the thought of giving her a cigarette was an idea that seemed new and strange to Sirius. Sure people had bummed off him in the past and it really hadn't mattered, but not Delilah - he knew for a fact that she didn't smoke - or at least that was what he had thought prior to this occasion. Making a quick mental note, he tiped his head to the side to study her while she lit up. Virgin lungs were easy to spot, Sirius had seen the second and first years 'admit' that they smoked only to appear cool only to find that when he handed them a cigarette they couldn't quite take it. But than again he didn't know all Delilah's secrets so maybe this was one of the better kept ones. He watched her take the first drag of the cigarette, with the ease she exhibited she might as well have been a seasonal, if not social smoker. Sirius arched an eyebrow in her direction, the skepticism in his face had now vanished, so it was true, she did smoke. Hell has frozen over, and we've lost all hope for the messiah's return, his own thoughts suddenly broke through.
Sirius took a seat on the bench beside Delilah, taking a first long drag off of his burning cigarette while peering again up at the stars. His grey eyes still scanned her in the corner of his eye every once and a while to see that he wasn't imaging this. "Don't worry I wasn't going to." Sirius replied briefly, there was a little amusement in his voice now that he was in on the secret. It was sad almost, as if the world had suddenly opened up another one of it's secret doors and what was behind it made him think twice about every going to look through such a hallway again. Sirius chuckled softly, having finally gotten over the initial shock of the siutation he was happy to find that at least he could sit here and smoke in peace with her. The familiar nickname spoken amongst the marauders and only his close friends was how he was addressed when she spoke up again. Sirius looked a little bit more attentive upon hearing his nickname. When she nudged his shoulder he removed his attention from the sky only to replace it again as he followed her pointed finger, she was pointing towards the constellation that was his namesake. Grey eyes followed the pointed finger towards the stars whose patterns he could barely discern, even though he had been staring at them through countless years. A slow smile spread across his face, of course she would know such a thing she was a Ravenclaw. Few people had questioned the origins of his name, even Sirius hadn't really known of it until a few years back. His name was a 'family name,' one that went back generations through the Black family, but it was also the name of a constellation, which kind of made him wonder if that's where they got it in the first place.
Exhaling the smoke from his cigarette, he stared at the formation of stars mildly surprised to see the dog shaped outline. It was strange sometimes to think about it because his animigus form was a dog, but only he and the marauders knew that and he doubted that they knew about the constellation. Taking another drag on his cigarette, Sirus sat there grinning, he had that expression on his face that seemed to hint that he knew more about than he was letting on.
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Post by Delilah Simon on Aug 5, 2007 13:09:50 GMT -5
At Sirius' laughter, Delilah couldn't help but laugh as well. He was easy to amuse and quick to joke, in such a way that allowed most everyone around him to feel at ease, Delilah herself included. Sure it was considered cocky sometimes to laugh at your own joke, but honestly Delilah had been quite serious when she'd said it. It was only after he started laughing that she realized how funny it actually did sound, and joined in with his laughter. That was one thing she knew she could always count on Sirius for.
"Don't worry I wasn't going to."
Giving him her best, bright smile, Delilah moved her hand a bit to tap the ash off the end of the burning cigarette. She'd noticed him watching her out of the corner of her eye, but paid it no mind. He was probably just as surprised as anyone else would be that Delilah Simon, the shy, reserved Ravenclaw would be out after hours having a smoke with Sirius Black. Not that the latter was a surprise, really, though people were sometimes suspicious of their friendship and wondered if it was something more. "I know you wouldn't." she said with an encouraging nod, taking a quick drag of the cigarette. She trusted him with everything, pretty much, except for the humongous things that she'd never told anyone, or things that she was resolving to tell him later. Sighing as she exhaled the smoke, Dell didn't miss the smile that had found its way onto Sirius' face as he observed the constellations. She could point this mild fascination out as proof that he was indeed a sweetheart, but decided against it. He knew what she thought, and how she felt as she did with him. Sometimes, words weren't needed.
Delilah decided that now was the opportune time to tell Sirius what had happened. "Okay, explanation time." Giving a short sigh, she stuck her cigarette into the side of her mouth and rolled up her sleeve on her left arm. It was already turning a light shade of blue from where her ex had grabbed her, and she frowned, before shifting so Sirius could see. Taking her cigarette out of her mouth once again, holding it with her free hand so she could speak once again. "Long story short - Micheal found out about what happened with Remus, called me lots of wonderful names and grabbed me and attempted to toss me. So, being the frightened little Ravenclaw girl I am, I left my cloak and ran out into the freezing cold, where you so heroically saved my life and gave me a cigarette." She finished with a slightly dry smile. "Summarized, of course."
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 5, 2007 14:40:44 GMT -5
They sat in silence for a few moments more staring up at the star riddled sky, discussing nothing, it was as if they were nowhere, as they were just a part of the courtyard as the bench that they sat on was. Somehow the silence was strangely entrancing, like some sort of antedote to an unspoken disease. Just as soon as the silence had fallen, he heard Delilah speaking again, she was finally prepared enough to explain why she had run out here in the middle of the night, especially since it was after hours. Sirius couldn't remember the last time that she had been out after hours, she must have been with James and the rest of the marauders including Sirius because she always thought that they were going to get caught. It didn't bother Sirius any, he knew that some people just didn't like breaking the rules as much as he and James did. And he respected that, it wasn't something that bothered him immensely at all.
Sirius took another pull of his cigarette before clamping it between two fingers and drawing it away from his mouth to examine Delilah's arm in the fading light of the burning tip of his cigarette. "He's as good as dead." Sirius confirmed studying the bruises on her forearm. There were a few rules that Sirius lived by, and these rules were things that he would never do - one of them was lay a hand on a girl in a threatening manner. Sure half the school would argue that Sirius Black was no gentleman, but he did know how to treat a woman when it came down to it. At least he wouldn't lay a hand on a girl after having seen the way his father treated his mother when things got bad at home, he had sworn to himself years ago that he would never mimick the behavior. Having been true to his word, Sirius was usually known to go after the abusive boyfriends of girls that he was involved with or had been involved with at one time, espeically if they were friends. Exhaling smoke slowly through his mouth to disguise the sigh that had escaped nearly inaudible from his lips, Sirius's next question would obviously come as no shock. "Give me his name." The question was more of a statement, a silent pleading demand so that he could make things well again without ever having to talk to much about it and stand around and watch.
A pang of guilt rose up in his stomach as Delilah launched into her story about her ex-boyfriend finding about the Remus ordeal. He had been to blame for that and that had thrown the whole world into a very unorganized disarray. Ripley was pissed off at him and James and possibly Remus too, Delilah and Remus were -- well Sirius couldn't really tell but they had been there -- and Peter helped fuel the rumors that were constantly popping up everywhere. So much for Mooney's good time, it was creating a real mess of things. As she neared the end of her synopsis, his stomach was twisting into a neat little knot of rage as he wanted to set out for the guy who did this to her. A ghost of a smile remained on his face as she recounted briefly how he had 'saved her,' although right now he was feeling quite the opposite, hadn't he just doomed her? Stupid, stupid, stupid, why did you do it? He could hear his own voice residing within his mind, he couldn't figure out why he had convinced Remus to do what he did. "Give me his name." Sirius repeated himself from earlier, his voice was dead serious, there seemed to be no more humor in the situation. He was mad, and he wanted someone to pay for it.
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Post by Delilah Simon on Aug 5, 2007 15:00:19 GMT -5
"He's as good as dead."
Delilah gave a small, hesitant smile, pushing her sleeve back down again. She loved how protective he was of her, yet another thing that marked their strong friendship. She also knew that, despite his bad reputation, he would never, ever do anything like what Michael had done to her. She'd never believed Michael was that kind of person, but she'd been wrong before. "Sirius, I don't want you getting into trouble." she said, her smile fading into a light frown. She knew that trouble was pretty much his and James' middle names, but she didn't want him to get into more just because of Michael and what he did.
"Give me his name."
Her cigarette was almost shot, but she didn't really mind, she'd staved off the stress already, partially from said tobacco and partially from Sirius and his cloak. She took one last pull before snubbing it out on the bench, and tossing it distastefully onto the ground a few feet away. She recognized that subtle frown on his features and reached a hand over to rest on his shoulder. "He could've done a lot worse..." she supplied hopefully, her brow furrowed in worry for the pissed and slightly guilty look she saw on him. She avoided giving out his name subtly, knowing that Sirius would tear him limb from limb if he found out... She couldn't care less about that, but didn't want Sirius to have another black mark on his record.
"Give me his name."
Delilah opened her mouth as if to speak, but closed it again after a moment, averting her light blue eyes for the moment, her hand still rested on his shoulder. Her fingers moved inward a bit, in a reassuring, light squeeze, but she knew he wouldn't rest until he found out. "Michael Davis." she said after a moment, giving a low sigh. "He's in seventh year, Ravenclaw." she said, giving another light frown.
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Post by Sirius Black on Aug 6, 2007 10:33:38 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I know exactly how not to get caught." Sirius reassured her, the plan was already forming in his mind as he stared up into the starry oblivion. It would be simple, and easy - he just needed to beat the shit of this guy to get him to see reason, that was simple enough. It was of course much easier for Sirius to use his fists to solve his problems rather than his words, words meant nothing they were merely brittle objects that people could fling at one another. But when words hit you they never did much but sting, unless the person that they hit happened to have an acute sensitivity to them.
Sirius took a few more quick pulls on his cigarette allowing the stub to burn a bit inbetween his fingers as he waited for Delilah to give him her ex-boyfriend's name. He knew that she would give it to him sooner or later, she had to or else he wouldn't let her alone about it. Sirius had a persistance about him that was often so obnoxious that people had to give him what he wanted - after a little manipulating. But this situation didn't take manipulating, Delilah knew that Sirius was just out to get revenge for her, or maybe set things straight if you will. "Next time he will do a lot worse if you don't give me his name so that I can put him in his place, even if it is six feet under ground." Sirius replied, his voice tone held a harsh ring to it but he couldn't camofludge the bitterness of the situation. He could only wish that he would've been there, had he gone down to the courtyard a few minutes ago rather than an hour ago he would've been able to see the scene unfold and than he could've made his move. He had missed the moment though and that was something that had been ebbing away at him since he saw the bruise marks on her arm. Sirius was patient although his temper had ignited upon hearing about the scene and the reason as to why she had been crying, he sat next to her on the bench waiting for any sign that she would drop him the name. While he was waiting Sirius snubbed out the stub of cigarette that he had left and contemplated lighting another one because that was what he did when situations got stressful - well that and beat people up.
"And tomorrow morning at breakfast he needs to start writing his will." Sirius promised her after she had finally given him the name he had been wanting all this time. There was an odd malicious look in Sirius's grey eyes, as if he were bloodthirsty. He would've gotten up right now and went knocking on the Ravenclaw common room door but he knew that there was no way that he could get in, and besides no was up at this hour meaning that rousing the whole castle would get them all a nice promising round of detention.
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Post by Delilah Simon on Aug 7, 2007 10:19:24 GMT -5
"Don't worry, I know exactly how not to get caught."
Delilah chuckled lightly and shook her head a bit, tugging the cloak a bit tighter around her shoulders. The thought of Michael and what else he could've done made her shiver, so she was glad for the big, warm claok that smelled faintly of smoke. "Don't you always say that?" she jibed with a grin, scooting back a bit so that her head was leaning against the cool stone wall behind the bench. Honestly, she knew pretty much what Sirius would do. He'd stomp right up to Michael, confirm his identity, tell him that he was a lout and promptly knock him into next week. She gave a small sigh, it would be extremely amusing, and not to mention she'd feel avenged... but the price to pay for his heroics? If he got a detention she'd serve it with him, it wouldn't be fair.
"Next time he will do a lot worse if you don't give me his name so that I can put him in his place, even if it is six feet under ground."
Delilah frowned and sat up to glare at him. "No." she said defiantly, reaching up to flick him lightly on the nose. "No, you will not kill anyone, because then you will be in Azkaban, and James would really be effed up, and Remus wouldn't talk to me anymore, and half the girls in the school would rip my head off." Sitting back a bit, she rolled her eyes. "Besides, how do you know you won't get caught? You may be clever, especially about things like this, but do you really think Michael won't rat you out? He's a foul little snitch and he'd tell on you just as fast as he'd sell out his grandmother for a Galleon."
Dell gave a light sigh and shifted to rest her head against his shoulder for a moment. "I love that you're doing this for me, but I don't want you getting into trouble, especially not just at school. I mean, what if your parents find out?" There she went again, the ever-careful and wise Ravenclaw girl in her. What she had said was true; she appreciated and loved everything Sirius was offerring to do for her, but she didn't want that at the price it would cost. He was already in enough trouble usually, as it was. Plus, she figured if there were any more problems at home he'd go mad. She knew she would. Hell, if her own mother got any stiffer she might have to try and hit her with something to see if she shattered.
"And tomorrow morning at breakfast he needs to start writing his will."
Delilah sighed and shifted so that she could look at him from her place on his shoulder. She wouldn't put it past him to saunter up in the middle of the Great Hall and sock the git right in the kisser. But then that was about 400 witnesses and Dell doubted even the cool, smooth, Sirius Black would worm his way out of that one.
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