December 15th, 1891 - Slytherin Dungeon
There were only a few days left of classes before the winter holidays began, and Sirius was pretty much over it. He liked being a Fourth Year — it was very close to being a Fifth Year, and being a Fifth Year was cool — but he was bored of his classes, which didn't always feel interesting enough to him.
He returned to the Dungeon after practice, his hair still wet from having showered afterwards, his book bag slung over his shoulder with his textbooks (and some other things) inside it. Sirius scanned the common room, looking to see if he recognized anyone, and almost immediately saw Hesper. He dropped into the chair next to her.
"Are you staying here for Christmas?" Sirius asked, nixing pleasantries. It seemed like the least loaded way for him to ask the question — her parents were dead, she lived with a miserable old women, he would have stayed at the castle if he was her. (Except — if she stayed, she couldn't go to Flora's party.)
Hesper Gamp Ursula Black
He returned to the Dungeon after practice, his hair still wet from having showered afterwards, his book bag slung over his shoulder with his textbooks (and some other things) inside it. Sirius scanned the common room, looking to see if he recognized anyone, and almost immediately saw Hesper. He dropped into the chair next to her.
"Are you staying here for Christmas?" Sirius asked, nixing pleasantries. It seemed like the least loaded way for him to ask the question — her parents were dead, she lived with a miserable old women, he would have stayed at the castle if he was her. (Except — if she stayed, she couldn't go to Flora's party.)