||[09 Feb 2003|10:54am]
Morning light flooded the large bedroom as a loud knocking sound came from the door, fallowed by a woman’s voice, “Sirius Black! Get up! I want you downstairs in five minutes!” The boy on the bed refused to listen to the woman, but instead rolled over and put a pillow over his head.
Five minutes had pasted, and Sirius hadn’t even made an attempt to get out of bed.
Within a few minutes a boy about the age of 11 with dark brown hair walked into the room, walking right to the bed and throwing the covers off Sirius. Sirius shivered slightly as the warmth of the covers suddenly disappeared, but still didn’t budge. The boy then leaned forward and yelled, “Get up!” right in his ear.
Sirius made a groggy sound and put his hand to his ear and mumbled, “Go away Regulus, I’m trying to sleep.”
The boy, Regulas smirked, “Mom’s mad at you, she’s been trying to get you up for over fifteen minutes. We got our Hogwarts letters today and mum wants us to go to Diagon Alley to get our supplies.”
Sirius sat up and looked at the boy. He was about to ask what he meant by “we”, until he suddenly remembered that his little brother was now 11, and going into his first year at Hogwarts on September 1st, as he himself would be going into his 5th year.
His brother turned to leave, only to quickly stop at the door and gleefully tell Sirius that their mother wasn’t allowing him to have breakfast this morning because it took him so long to get up.
Glaring after his little brother he muttered something before rolling out of bed and putting on the robes that had been bean left out for him, by one of the house elf’s no doubt. Once fully dressed he made his way down the hallway as slowly as possible, glaring at the portraits of long dead family members. It was well known by his friends that Sirius disliked almost everything about his dark family. Though, not even James Potter, the closest of his friends, had met his family.
As he made his way down to the basement kitchen , his mother and brother were already waiting by the father, his father was nowhere in sight. “About time,” his mother said coldly. Sirius paid no attention to the coldness in his mother’s voice; in fact, he was quite used to it. To his family, Sirius was far from a favorite. This was most likely just because out of a family full of hardly anything but Slytherin’s, he had been sorted into Gryffindor.
Regulas, fallowed by Mrs. Black took the pot on the mantel of the fireplace and threw the dust into the flames. Once his mother disappeared Sirius took the pot, threw down a handful of the green powder, and yelled “Diagon Alley”. Within moments Sirius was in the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron, his mother and brother waiting for him.
“I want you back here in two hours, Sirius, no later.” Mrs. Black thrust a good sized sack of gold, along with his Hogwart’s letter into his hands before turning to go with Regulas. Sirius didn’t seem to mind at all that his mother and brother had left him, ever since his third year, Mrs. Black had sent Sirius to go to get his things on his own. He guessed she was only going this time to get things for her precious favorite son.
Sirius shoved the sack of gold into his pocket before opening the letter and scanning it. It was exactly as it always was, with a few differences to the book list. Normally, after searching the list, a 5th year would re-check the envelople, just to see if they were made a Prefect, but Sirius knew that no one in hell anyone would ever appoint him a Prefect. (OOC: I mainly did that part right there just to remind our Lupin that he would be a prefect, just incase it was forgotten)
Instead of going to get his supplies first, Sirius wondered the busy streets looking around for any sign of his three best friends. When not seeing them in the streets, he first went into the Quidditch shop, knowing that if James Potter would be anywhere, it would be in there, ogling the newest and fastest racing broom. Disappointed that James wasn’t in the Quidditch shop, he left and decided to go to Florish and Blotts, the book store to get the books he needed. It was more to look for Remus Lupin would more and likely be there than anything. As a worker helped him get his books, he peered down isles, hoping to see his friend looking for a new book to read along with their school work.
Even more disappointed not seeing James or Remus in either of their favorite places, and not knowing entirely sure where Peter might be, he made his way to the place he loved most, the joke shop.
(OOC: Sorry if it's a little long, and a little crapy towards the begining. Writers block is evil.)