Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2013 16:12:21 GMT -8
Winter didn't seem to want to end. The only thing that kept Sirius going was the fact that March was around the corner. He knew March didn't necessarily promise good weather, and March tended to be messy and unpredictable, but it was still better than February. All February ever promised was the coldest of winter and the most snow. Sirius was usually up-beat about winter, and he tried not to complain, but this seemed to never end. Now that it was February, as well, it meant that Valentine's Day was right around the corner. Some sort of dance was in the forecast as well, and Sirius just cringed at the idea. He knew he would do something fun, and he knew he'd have a good time (plus, a formal broke up the monotony of every day school), but in the meantime he had to listen to girls gossiping and eyeing all the boys in turn as if judging them on how good looking their children together would be. It sickened him.Sirius instead decided to put on winter boots and his biggest coat, which he lined with a bunch of candy. He pulled a toque down on his head even though he knew it would mess up his head, and his favourite dragon skin gloves. In one of his many pockets he also brought along an old ratty book. He didn't know what it was about, but it was a piece of fiction that he found laying around the boys' dormitory, so he added that to his plan.He didn't know exactly where he was going to go, but it definitely wasn't going to be inside. Every room seemed to have an overflow of girls as if Dumbledore had ordered in some extra just in case every boy didn't have at least four girls to go with. Or maybe he was imagining it. He preferred to think it was the former.He followed a couple of first years out the front doors, and the cold wind hit him like a slap in the face. It was snowing heavy flakes, and the sky was as grey as his eyes. It made for a beautiful scene in all honesty, and once he was outside he realized he wasn't windy after all, it had just been the action of the door opening that made it seem so. Sirius looked around for his options with his hands deep in his pockets. Sirius accidentally made eye contact with a fourth year girl, and he averted his eyes quickly. In his avoidance, his eyes fell upon the Quidditch Pitch. There was no one there, not even anyone practising. Perfect.The snow was rather heavy, which made all the previous paths to the Pitch unfindable, so he just trudged through the snow by himself. This kind of fluffy snow made Sirius feel like he was in the Christmas spirit, even though it had already passed. He went high into the bleachers and then pulled out a jar from his pocket. He created a small fire within it and placed it next to him. He wiped off a spot on the bleachers with the sleeve of his coat and then sat. He sat close to his jar. He wasn't sure if the fire was technically allowed, but he doubted it. However, Sirius also doubted that anyone would see him over there, never mind his little fire to warm his fingers if they got too cold. He was prepared to be out there a while.Sirius pulled out the book and began to read. He wasn't much of a reader, and therefore he read at a relatively slow pace and occasionally even mouthed along to the words. He frequently looked up and around, but he felt like he was lost in a snow storm. In a way, it was comforting.