Little Lies ▹ Sirius Black ✔️ (undergoing editing as of 28/06/20)

25•Hogsmeade and Jealous glance

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'Is it a risk to love. What if it doesn't work out? Ah, but what if it does.'
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Golden hair weaved into two delicate braids that reached the mid of her back, her body clad in fishnets styled with an inky leather skirt, Kefira sighed. Her top half was covered with a red top, the neckline scooping down her chest.

Fiddling with the ends of her braids Kefira looked at herself in the mirror. Daniel wasn't her first date, but this was the first date shes had where she felt like this.

She wasn't sure what the feeling was that swarmed her stomach, but she loved every second of it. For the first time in years, she actually felt alive.

Kefira smiled, her pink tinted lips curving up into the smile like a rim of a glass, to try and encourage herself but no matter how much she tried to swallow it down she couldn't deny; she was nervous.

Giving herself one final nod, Kefira spun on her heels- trainers squeaking on the wooden floor as she did so. She and Daniel had agreed to meet outside the Great Hall. That meant she had seven flights of staircases to go down, alone, whilst they thought it would be amusing to move out of her way and leave her stranded on a floor for a few seconds.

Walking through the common room, Kefira kept her eyes trained on the floor following the pattern of the aged carpet.

Heart racing so fast it was like the girl had run a marathon, Kefira wasn't paying attention to where she was going. Letting out a startled yelp as somebody walked into her, standing on her small feet in the process, Kefira glanced up, a glare consuming her face.

"Watch it, Black." Kefira growled, a deep look of fury, that made Sirius take a second glance at her, consumed her structured face.

Noticing her appearance, Sirius raised an eyebrow, "Going somewhere, Howendale?" His voice held the same amount of distaste and hatred towards the girl. Even if he didn't mean it (something she would never know about.)

"Yes, if you don't mind." Kefira spoke, attempting to maneuver around the muscular boy, "I'm going on a date."

Nausea swirled unrestrained in Sirius' empty stomach. His head swam with half-formed regrets, he wished, just wished he hadn't ignored his feelings before. Now it was too late-too late. His heart felt as if his blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat.

Heart in millions of pieces, Sirius used a trait that all members of the Nobel House Of Black seemed to own, he covered his emotions with a mask- a mask void of any emotions that once lingered on his face. He was now unreadable.

Not noticing the small girl had wandered around him, Sirius looked down in confusion to where she once stood. Once his eyes flitted over to the portrait door, the inky haired boy watched as her delicate hands grabbed the frame of the portrait and carefully opened it.

Sirius didn't give her a chance to close the portrait, as he jogged over and stopped her from shutting it.

The girl rolled her eyes- leaving Sirius behind once more. This time the Pureblood boy didn't stop, instead, he exited the portrait- closing the frame behind him and walked at a steady pace beside the blonde haired girl.

Sirius though her hair looked amazing- if not beautiful- in braids, the way the hair fell down her face nicely shaping her face and her structured jawline.

"Why are you following me, Black?" Kefira hissed, voice void of any emotion. It seemed to be a trait many pureblood families held- holding all emotion of the features- as Kefira seemed rather good at it, Sirius would even say she was almost as good as him. He could still, however, sense a small amount of annoyance in her voice.