Sirius seemed to have found his kindred spirit in James, but it was Remus who he realized helped him grow. Remus was not afraid to snap at Sirius when he was being an idiot, or a poor student, or insufferably arrogant. Remus wanted to shake Sirius half the time, and tell him that while rebelling against the austere image the Black family had presented was a good step, it wasn’t enough. Sirius had to become much more than just the rebellious son.
Halloween 1978. It was a tense year, with the war looming inevitable, and everyone relished the chance to blow off a little steam. Epic parties were thrown in every common room, and a near-record number of students snuck out to Hogsmeade despite the growing danger. Sigrid, as usual, went all out on her Halloween costume. It was so liberating to slip into a new skin, and she basked in the confidence it afforded.
It was her first time in a muggle neighborhood and she’d dressed down for the occasion. Not that she was one of those wizards who wore a cloak and pointed cap every day, but Tricia had kindly asked her to look as un-extraordinary as possible. Much as she would have hated to admit it, Sigrid privately felt that for her to look drab was an impossible request.
Andromeda Tonks with Narcissa Malfoy. Just imagine how painful it must have been for Andromeda, knowing that Bellatrix killed her daughter, and Narcissa aligned herself with the same pure-blood idealists who were responsible for orphaning her grandson. There's honestly nothing Narcissa can really do to make Andromeda forgive her. It's so tragic. Narcissa also exiled Andromeda when she married Ted Tonks. So much for loyalty and love.
Sigrid always had the uncomfortable feeling that Narcissa was a more polished, practiced version of herself. But the more she got to know her-- or maybe it was the more she got to know Johanna and Tricia and Ellie-- the less jealous she felt. Eventually, even, it started to worry her.
Tall, slim, haughty and gorgeous, Narcissa presided over the Slytherin girls-- most girls, actually-- like a queen. Her eyes didn’t sparkle with wit, her smile didn’t flash like sequins on a new dress, her step was measured and regal instead of lively and bold. Frankly, she wasn’t Tessa. But she was bored, and Sigrid was curious. So they drifted towards each other.
Joanna Argent was proud to be a Chaser for Gryffindor; she loved flying about on her room, dodging quaffles and glaring at Slytherin players. She was always more gentle with Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but only a little. Jo loved fall mornings when she would meet James on the field and they would practice for hours, Ellie waving at them from the Gryffindor window. Sometimes, Sigrid, Tricia, and Remus would sit in the stands, watching, but understandably disinterested. It was when Sirius watched th