Andromeda listened to him speak, running
a hand through her hair that most definitely
needed a good wash. Though, try telling
that to the infant that liked to bawl every time
she stepped into the shower. But the house
was quiet for the time being, Ted was out
picking up groceries for what felt like the
millionth time this month. Seemed like they
were always running out of something.
” Yes, she is your second cousin,
and that’s great, Sirius. Are you
actually keeping your marks up
or are you too busy screwing
around with those friends of yours?
When isn’t your mother a delight?
I can think of no occasion where
Walburga wasn’t the kindest woman
in the world to me. It’s alright, I’m
beyond caring about our families and
their pure-blood mania. How is
Regulus holding up? “
"I’ll have you know my marks are fine," He walked around to the other side of the couch and sat down as Dromeda’s daughter began to doze off in his arms. Sirius was smart enough when he tried. When it came to spells Sirius had a knack for learning them almost instantly… it was the essays and potions he wasn’t as great at. "Reg is- he’s alright. He was sorted into Slytherin last year you know? Made mum so proud." he rolled his eyes at his last comment. Sirius and Reg used to be close, back when they were younger, but since Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor they had hardly even spoken.
"Well your beauty isn’t exactly stellar either, so we’re even." She kept her wand pointed at him teasingly, trying to make sure he believed she’d do it. "Oh I wouldn’t dare? Really now." She moved closer, touching the tip of her wand to his hair. "Incendi-ary device.” She giggled, sliding her wand back into the sleeve of her robes. ”I had you going there for a minute now didn’t I.”
She had completely had him going, Sirius wouldn’t put it passed her to actually light his hair on fire to prove a point. He ducked his head into his sleeve and tried to use his hands to cover as much of his hair as he could. “You’re evil!” he screamed glancing up to watch her laugh, pushing her wand away with his hands. “Completely evil, sometimes I do wonder why I put up with you.”
” That is not the point, I know that
you are good at Quidditch.. The
point is, be careful with my
daughter. And hush you suck up. “
She snorted and chuckled softly at his words.
Like most new mothers, she was rather
exhausted, but the company was nice. It had
been too long since she had seen her cousin,
and they had a lot of catching up to do.
Hopefully, Nymphadora would remain in a
pleasant mood for the duration of the visit, and
so far it didn’t seem to be a problem.
” She likes you. I can tell already.
You two are going to get along
great. Pink means that she is
happy. But you have met the
new addition in my life, what is
new with you my dear cousin? “
He leaned onto the back of the couch for balance, still holding onto the baby in his right arm. She was starting to doze off so he tried not to move too much. “She’s going to have the coolest-” he stopped and chewed on his lip for a moment. “Cousin? Second cousin? How does this work?”
When she asked him about himself he just shrugged it off. “Nothing really, School soon, can’t wait to get back,”. Sirius was starting his third year at Hogwarts in just a few weeks. He couldn’t wait, he loved being back at school it was a million times better than being stuck at home. Of course, if anyone understood how he felt it was Drom. “Mum’s been an absolute delight all summer long, you know I had to sneak off this morning just to come visit. She absolutely refuses to mention your name in our house-sorry,” he mumbled as he ran his hand through his hair, realizing that wasn’t exactly something Drom wanted to hear, especially on a day like today.
"Oh excuse me then for thinking myself as a little better than average." She tried to keep a straight face as she flipped her hair over her shoulder indignantly. "Oh just you wait sirius, I will catch your hair on fire one of these days, simply because you brought it up." She brought out her wand teasingly, "One simple utterance of incendio and your hair is as good as gone."
"A little better than average, maybe, but not much better." He shook his head, holding back his laughter, wondering for the thousandth time that week why he was friends with such a weirdo. "You wouldn’t dare," he warned raising an eyebrow.
"Your beautiful face? Why do I need to look at that when I have my own face to gaze at in a mirror." She burst out laughing, unable to keep a straight face as she spoke. "Clearly the spontaneous combustion that comes with my temper hasn’t deterred you, I have to wonder why." She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Considering I’ve accidentally caught your robes a time or two."
Sirius stuck his tongue out at her unable to hold it back, “Don’t flatter yourself now, that has nothing to do with how you look. I merely keep you around for entertainment. It’s funny watching you blow things up. Besides, robes are one thing, if you ever touched my hair, on purpose or not, you’d be at the bottom of the black lake by now.” He was teasing of course, but he tried his best to shoot her a threatening look.
"I can’t be the only one who sets things on fire when her temper flares up… Can I? And I guess I keep you around for entertainment value or something. It has nothing to do with your looks or your personality."
"Considering I’ve never, nor has anyone else I’ve ever met- I’m going to guess you’re definitely one of the lucky few." He chuckled under his breath when she commented on his looks and his personality. "Oh come on, now you’re just lying to yourself. We both know you’re absolutely in love with my beautiful face," Sirius had never been one for modesty.
"Well you’re certainly just an absolute joy to be around. Do you always taunt girls who have a tendency to accidentally light things on fire?”
"Of course I’m a joy, that’s why you keep me around, isn’t it? And for the record- yes. I do. Especially since you’re the only girl I know who could possibly do something so reckless- on accident at that!"
” Sirius! Merlin, she is a baby,
not a Quaffle, be careful. “
Her favorite cousin was threatening to give
her a heart attack with the way he was
throwing her daughter around. The little
girl was a recent addition to the world,
she was only about a month old. And
already she was the light of Andromeda’s
life. Everything that she had went through
with her family and being disowned… That
was all worth it when she held her daughter,
the perfect mixture of her and Ted, with an
added dose of special in her. Right before
Sirius’ eyes, the little girl’s patch of downy hair
turned from brown to a shade a pink.
Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off of the little girl he was holding in his arms. Not only was she absolutely adorable, but every time he did for more than a second, he’d look back and she’d look completely different. Drom had herself a metamorphmagus, and a damn good one too. All it took was a sneeze and the girl had completely changed her hair color. “Oh hush Drom, haven’t you ever seen me play Quidditch? I’m pretty good with a Quaffle.” He raised the little girl Drom had named Nymphadora up so he could see her a bit better. “She’s lucky, she’s got her mother’s good looks,” he admitted for once not teasing his older cousin. He couldn’t have been happier for her.
"Well I hate to say I told you so but- wait. No I don’t. I bloody love it, I told you so, mate"
” No, it’s not. But if you start throwing up or I notice
that your pupils are dilated, I will hold you down
and put the Iratze on you by force. “
Her voice was stern, and yes that was a threat.
She wasn’t about to risk it if he started showing
signs of having a head injury.
” It has not been that long since you ate… But
fine, what do want to eat, Siri? Might not want
to walk into a Mundane establishment, you
are sort of covered in demon blood. “
She honestly couldn’t remember if they had
a destination in mind before they had set
out; demon hunting tended to do that… It
took so much concentration that she often
didn’t recall what she had been heading out
to do before being so rudely interrupted.
Sirius just sighed, Dromeda always watched out for Sirius. Sometimes he felt like he was six years younger than her, instead of just one. He couldn’t complain, he knew it was only because she cared, but still. He wanted to be the tough one, look after her, not the other way around.
He ran his hand through his hair once more, trying to comb the nasty substance out, it was impossible he definitely needed a shower. “The usual then?” It was always the same with them. They set out to try something new, mundane food, a new shadowhunter restaurant, it didn’t matter. They somehow always ended up at the same place. Donovan’s. This tiny restaurant not too far from the institute where shadowhunters and downworlders often went.