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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 6, 2012 11:06:58 GMT -8

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Morgana strutted through the abandoned streets of Hogsmeade at a very casual pace. It was growing late, and most of the townsfolk had gone indoors already. Rumor has it, it's not safe to be playing in the dark after hours, these days. The street was deserted and silent, with the majority of the lights dimmed by the shop keepers before they parted for the evening. Occasionally, a babbling lunatic who had clearly had a more than his fill of butterbeer stumbled drunkenly into her path, but she deflected these approaches easily with a flick of her wand. She detested sloppy wizards who couldn't handle their alcohol, almost as much as she hated quill-nibblers. Such an annoying and disrespectful habit, in her opinion. During her days at Hogwarts, she had taken the habit of hexing every single student she caught committing the act. Of course, she was a prized student of a well known family, and therefore had never received a detention.

She had closed up her shop and decided to head out for a nice evening stroll, one that would inevitably lead her to bottom of a low ball tumbler at Rosmerta's establishment, The Three Broomsticks. Her customers today had been incessantly inquiring about the most ridiculous matters today, and it had caused a lovely headache to flourish. As Morgana rotated her gaze from side to side, she noticed that the tree's at the outskirts of town were sashaying wildly in the breeze. The wind howled deeply, and she knew that she should be feeling at least a small chill. She could even see her breath, a sure sign that they would have harsh winter. However, Morgana was not bothered by the cold- she longed for it through the hot summer. The cool night air was comforting and refreshing, but invigorating all at once.

Sighing lightly, she realized that she had reached the doors of the pub. Glancing inside before entering, she observed that their were very few patrons inside the building this night. That was perfect, as Morgana hated the rowdiness of the usual crowd at this business. She slipped through the archway and heard the bells jingling above her head, signaling her arrival. Rosmerta gave a small smile in her direction as she walked towards the bar. She quite liked the women, even if she wasn't very fond of her customers. " I'll take a shot of fire whiskey, and a glass of goblin made wine. Something dark and dry, and expensive." Morgana stated, offering up a handful of Galleons and sliding them across the counter towards Rosmerta. Morgana flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned around, carefully examining each wizard and witch in the pub, silently passing judgment on each soul.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 6, 2012 15:18:59 GMT -8

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Sirius eased the door closed to Honeydukes. The store had been closed and empty when he had sneaked in through the trap door in the basement. He had been very careful getting even this far. He had been causing a bit of trouble at school and working very hard at not getting caught this early in the year. So much effort demanded a moment's relaxation. To get there, he still had to be mighty careful so he didn't get caught.

He pulled his cloak close around him, protecting him against the chill of the night. The tunnel had given him a small hint of what the night outside was like, but he hadn't really anticipated the biting wind. Oh well. He was at the Three Broomsticks soon enough and was pleased to hear that little bell ring him into the establishment.

Keeping his head down, the student eased through the crowd until he reached the bar. He grinned at Rosmerta and received one in return once she noticed him. He and the Marauders had never done anything against the woman, but she was well aware of their reputation. Plenty of the teachers haunted these parts when they had time to get away and he was sure they talked. He knew the band of trouble makers gave plenty of gossip.

As the nice barkeep came closer, she set multiple glasses down, only one for him and two for a woman a seat or two down. Tsk, tsk, Mister Black, Rosmerta chided kindly, earning herself a roguish grin from Sirius. It was a rough week. Rough on a bloke, ya know, He responded as she wandered back to tending other customers. Sipping from his glass of butter beer, he surveyed the crowd around him, partially looking for any school officials that could catch him.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 6, 2012 17:47:30 GMT -8

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Morgana watched carefully as a teen boy sat a few spaces down from her at the bar. He didn't look as if he was quite old enough to be out of Hogwarts, but he had a distinguished appearance and handsome features regardless of age. She observed the interaction between he and Rosmerta cautiously, and her ears perked slightly at the mention of the last name, Black. It was one that she was quite familiar with after being raised as a high standing member of the pureblood society. The lovely barkeep offered up both her drinks, and Morgana nodded towards her in approval, flipping another galleon in her direction. She released a small sigh before tossing back the shot, savoring the warm trail the fire whiskey made as it crept down her throat.

After a moment, she turned towards the boy and decided to spark up a casual conversation. "The most ancient and noble house of Black, that's what they call it, isn't it?" Morgana began, watching his eyes skip from one person to the next in the room. She had snuck out of school grounds a few times in her day, and could guess what he was doing. Clever boy. "Well, you're certainly to young to be Orion, so you must be...what? A cousin? A son? I've heard he has two." M questioned curiously. It was a well known fact that the Black family was chuck full of infamous pureblood elitist, which did not bother her in the slightest. On the contrary, she was intrigued.

As she waited for the boy to respond, she turned her attention back to her drink. She delicately held the stem of the elegant looking glass, pleased with Rosmerta's choice in wares this evening. The cup was intricately ornamented with an ancient looking tree, embedded between two layers of crystal. She sipped the dark red liquid slowly from the tumbler, swishing it on her tongue for a moment to learn the taste. Very strong, with notes of vanilla and chocolate, but not fruity in the least. This was indeed the perfect fit, a slightly sweet flavor without any trace of strawberry or dragon fruit. She hated her wine to be suffocated by tang and citrus, as many lesser wines tended to be. She enjoyed her drinks the same way as she enjoyed her companions, full bodied with lots of character, but without trying to hard. Perfection.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 8, 2012 21:58:23 GMT -8

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The teenager froze as someone was clearly beginning to speak to him. For a moment he was almost afraid that it was someone who could get him in trouble at school. Honestly, anyone could since he was waaay out of bounds after hours. Then he realized what the woman was saying and let out a sigh. Fantastic, it was someone familiar with his family.

He turned his full attention to the woman and stared for a moment. She was rather attractive. That wasn't nearly enough to get her any points if she was so well acquainted with his father. She could just be keeping tabs on the whole wizarding community, or just the purebloods for signs of dark wizards gearing up to attack everyone else. His prejudice against his family made him think otherwise, however unfair that might be.

His eldest, He said, raising his glass a little before taking a long sip. He had to brace himself for conversation if his family was going to be the topic. Occupying himself with drinking his butter beer was good enough to buy him those few moments and he smirked at the woman once he put his glass down. You know something of me. Can I get a little something on you? He asked with a low purr in his voice. He might as well try to be nice for a few minutes. With any luck, he might get her name and know who to avoid if it really did turn out that she sided with his "noble" father.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 9, 2012 7:16:41 GMT -8

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As she delicately sipped the aubergine liquid, Morgana thoroughly observed the boy from over the edge of her glass. She was sure that when she mentioned the Black family, there had been a peculiar expression of distaste, though it had dissipated quickly. He had quite the poker face, so he couldn't be entirely positive on the matter. He could have simply had a bitter taste in his butterbeer or something of the like. It had inevitably spiked her curiosity nonetheless, perhaps she would learn a bit more as the night continued.

In truth, she didn't know much about the gentleman of the Black family, though she'd heard quite a bit about the young ladies. Bellatrix- who she assumed to be his cousin-was one she had heard spoken of frequently. A talented witch, with a nasty and uncontrollable temper rumor stated. She knew Orion, but they were no more than mere acquaintances. Though she had no quarrels with the ancient Black bloodline, the few occasions she'd met Walburga had caused her to truly despised the women. Though she upheld many similar values to the Scrivenshaft's, Morgana felt Walburga's ways to be nomadic and cowardly. Yelling and screaming about from her parlor room, with that infamous family tree of hers, but never taking any real action.

And to think, this poor bloke must have grown up at the hands of the snarky witch. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth, so she took another long swing of her wine. "I'm Morgana." She offered, before signaling Rosmerta to gain her attention again. She was in dire need of another shot, and would soon need a refill on her drink. "I own Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop up the block a little ways. So...dare I ask why you're out of bounds after hours this evening?" she questioned curiously, returning his mischievous smirk to assure him that she wasn't planning on spilling his little secret.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 9, 2012 11:41:31 GMT -8

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Sirius shifted, unsure what to do with a random woman who knew about his family. He wasn't much for serious interaction with a lot of people at school no less some stranger in a pub. Still, he felt almost obligated since she started talking to him. Maybe he would find someone that didn't think his family was all they thought they were either. It would be nice to find yet another person to hate the rest of the Blacks with.

He continued to sip at his drink, giving the pub yet another once over looking for teachers. Must be exciting running your own shop, He commented, not really thinking that of a quill shop. This place, sure, interesting since there were so many strange people wandering in and out. Drunks in general offered plenty to watch. Then again, he didn't know much about owning a shop any more than he knew what to do with random conversations.

It would be rude for him to just blow her off now though. He was glad to see that smirk on her own lips, still not feeling quite as ease as she probably had wanted. As I said, rough week. Still have my loving family around me with all the teachers keeping a close eye on me, He sneered with a forced smile. Now he just sounded like a petulant teenager that was annoyed all to hell with most around him. True, sure, but it was more than just your typical teen angst behind it.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 9, 2012 13:08:28 GMT -8

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Rosmerta had slipped her another goblet filled to the brim with the ambrosial vintage, as she had just swallowed the final trace of her first glass. The attentive barmaid poured her another shot and slid it down the counter towards her, stopping perfectly in front of Morgana. Taking another few coins from her pocket, she slid them across the table back at the brunette. M was appreciative to have Rosemerta as the bartender, who never let her drinks go dry, even if she didn't grovel at the woman's feet like most of the other patrons. She conducted herself with a bit more dignity than that, choosing to show gratitude with galleons instead.

The boy next to her was still scanning the tables in the establishment, but Morgana was now facing the continuous line of bottled alcohol resting behind the bar. Moving from one bottle to the next, she searched for the absolute oldest liquid she could find. There was nothing like a forest gin that had been aged to perfection to soothe her stressed out mind. "More riveting then one would expect, I suppose. Very...alluring clientele around Hogsmeade." She offered in explanation. Her career had many perks, and the majority of the time she found it quite fulfilling. It wasn't like Diagon Alley here, where the prim and proper wizards shopped on the main path, and the unsavory characters crawled in the dirt of Knockturn Alley below. Here, you never knew who would walk through your door. Not to mention, she had a lovely back parlor stuffed full with enchanting magical artifacts, visited frequently by the most charismatic and authoritive figures in the wizarding community.

Morgana had to stifle a laugh as Sirius mentioned his so called loving family. That was not the word she would use to characterize any member of the Black clan, not that she knew them particularly well. "Of course, always a rough week when it leads you to the bottom of a butterbeer." Morgana offered, not wanting to intrude. She couldn't help but be slightly curious, as the Black's were considered an influential family. "How is the...darling Walburga these day's?" she questioned, her voice thick with venomous sarcasm. With any fortune, he would say she was dead, or at least hanging by her ankles in a forgotten wood somewhere.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 12, 2012 15:11:09 GMT -8

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The young Gryffindor couldn't help but doubt Morgana a little. He didn't think most people were all that "alluring" and found even fewer tolerable for long periods of time. He had a close knit group of friends and that was about the extent of it. He wasn't opposed to making new friends, it was just that no one was really all that appealing as a friend to him. The dark haired boy didn't even entertain the notion of dating since no one was exciting enough.

She could be being sarcastic as he had been when calling his family loving. They were the farthest thing from loving and everyone knew it. They were stuck up pure-blood snobs that should be kicked in the face every morning with their cup of tea.

That was just his opinion and he had to wonder if Morgana thought the same as she laughed a little. It made him smile, glad that someone got the joke and seemed to agree. The old hag is still as shrill as ever, He complained as he answered her question. He rolled his eyes, clearly not pleased about the situation. Just waiting for someone to finally put her out of her misery. With everyone she hates in the world, one would think it would just annoy her to death. He frowned a moment, considering how to actually help that along. No one could go to Azkaban if a family member really did die of annoyances.

He pushed the thought to a back burner. Sirius would try to work on that little tasty bit later. He took a small sip of his drink, glancing back at the woman. How do you know my parents? He asked, hoping to get a little more information about her background. Through that, he might be able to determine her world views. Hopefully she was a kindred spirit and not a pure-blood snob. He certainly had enough of those around.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 12, 2012 18:00:23 GMT -8

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For a fraction of a moment, Morgana breathed in the dangerously alcoholic liquid in her double shot glass, before knocking it back with a smooth swallow. The burn that encased her throat and stomach warmed her from the inside out, and almost instantly went to her head. She wasn't intoxicated yet, but her head had a wonderfully fuzzy feeling that was helping her forget about her current unsavory predicaments. Oh, the life of a pureblood most certainly had it's perks, but it was strenuous work to keep up with the infamous families and their current statuses. She slid the shooter back over to Rosmerta, but didn't insist on another just yet. She needed to let the current liquids settle before continuing her pursuit of inebriation. She enjoyed feeling tipsy, but was highly against public displays of sloppy drunkenness.

She had, of course meant Death Eaters when she was speaking of "alluring clientele", though the boy didn't need to know that classified information. The odds had it that he would find out eventually, no need to throw her hide under the night bus just yet. Morgana was more than a little disappointed when he said that his mother was, in fact, alive, and just as bitter as ever by the sounds of it. "What a shame. I'd hoped to hear that she had inexplicably come across a severe case of the infectious Dragonpox, and subsequently died. It would have made my night, really." Morgana sighed truthfully. Of course, if she passed away M was sure she would have heard of it by now. The Black family spanned The Daily Prophet on a regular basis. It would be huge news in the wizarding community if the matriarch of the family had suddenly become deceased.

Morgana sipped her immensely satisfying glass of wine slowly, as she contemplated how to respond properly to his question. There were multiple ways that she was connected to Orion and Walburga, most of them were unspeakable and dangerous topics to dwell on. Instead, she opted to go the safe route. She had ascertained that Sirius disliked his family very much, in which case he might not agree with their ideals. "I had met them a few times when I was in Hogwarts. They had been classmates of my parents I believe, and were also patrons at the shop." she offered honestly. That was, after all, how she had originally met the noxious pair. She had never been fond of the duo, but was raised to be cordial to families of the same blood status. Her parents had rather enojoyed of Orion as she recalled, but she'd never met a single soul who could tolerate Walburga.

She thought back on her years at Hogwarts, glad to be rid of them. It wasn't as if she hadn't blossomed during the majority of her time spent at the school, but she was overjoyed to be past the stage. She was young and naïve and untainted in those times, nothing but a ridiculous girl with glorious expectations about love. Ones that had nearly destroyed her. Shivering at the thought, she beckoned to Rosmerta for another shot. "Make it two, please." she insisted, before turning to look at Sirius. "So, how are the hallowed halls of Hogwarts these days? As filled with dramatics and tension as ever, I expect?" she questioned curiously.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 16, 2012 7:34:24 GMT -8

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The teen let out a sharp laugh. Yeah, his mother needed to definitely catch something deadly and not survive. He didn't care what killed the old bag off as long as she was offed. Silver lining for ya, at least. You don't have to live with her, He said with a smirk. It was a major plus for Morgana while he had to try not to kill himself whenever he was at home. There was an excellent reason why he spent most of his time wandering the streets or staying at his best mate's house. It was, in fact, his mother than drove him to be so knowledgeable of Muggle stuff.

Actually, some of it wasn't bad, as he had adopted their punk look, but he wasn't about to give up magic to be part of their world of course. It was more a matter of picking and choosing what you took away from them since some of it was just bloody stupid. Not that it mattered to the pure-blood elite. Muggle was Muggle and it was all bad. Hell, even pure-blood Squibs were blasted off the family tree.

Leaning back in his seat, Sirius finished off his butterbeer and glanced at the red headed woman. I can't imagine hearing her voice echoing in those halls, He laughed. I'm sorry your parents had to go through that. He would formally apologize to just about anyone that had to spend more than a few seconds near his mother. His father wasn't that great either but at least he had a deep timber that was tolerable and wouldn't burst an ear drum.

Sirius twisted the empty glass as he shrugged. Yeah, drama, tension, teenage angst, He answered with a wave of his hand. There's are these kids though. Complete troublemakers, they are. Play terrible tricks on people. The dark haired boy couldn't keep the small smirk off his lips at that. He would grin with pride, but that would smack a little too much of puffing out his chest for being a pure-blood and better than everyone else. He was by no means modest, but he wasn't going to brag that he was one of these delinquents.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 17, 2012 8:52:35 GMT -8

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Rosmerta slid to two shot glasses brimming with a translucent amber liquid down the bar, anchoring directly in front of her. Morgana flipped several coins towards the bar keep, offering an approving nod of her head in lieu of the typical awe struck grin that the woman's other patrons granted her. M pushed one of the shooters towards the boy courteously, before draining the alcohol from her crystalline vessel. "It's rather a shame that Walburga is a member of such a...prominent wizarding family. I know more than few people who would delighted to have a go at her." she proclaimed, whispering the latter sentence in hushed tones of amusement. It would be a satisfying moment in time, to hear of the VERY timely demise of the Black matriarch.

Entertaining the idea of listening to that wretched woman's shrill voice echo through the reverberating corridors of Hogwarts made her shiver and exude an audible sigh of revulsion. She granted her parents, and all the students attending the academy at the time of Walburga Black, a vast mount of credit. It was almost unfathomable that they were not all in Azkaban for cursing the wench into oblivion. "Please, I'm not nearly inebriated enough to envision your charming mother in her young Hogwarts days. There isn't nearly enough alcohol in this bar to make that remotely acceptable." she chuckled lightly, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the thought. M promptly turned her attention back towards her wine, taking a substantial drink from the delectable beverage. Already the vintage was getting dangerously low in the tumbler, and she recognized that she ought to slow down. If there was one thing Morgana detested, it was sloppy intoxication in very public places. "A glass of water please, Rosmerta." she called softly, while raising her hand to get the bartenders attention. Diluting the alcohol was the simplest method of increasing her tolerance to the drink.

She lent her ear to the boys speech on a teenage angst and mischievous trouble makers, once again recollecting her time spent within the walls of Hogwarts. There had been a time when she would have lavished in the frivolity of such trivial enjoyments, but those years had long since come to pass. Five years had come and gone since she had graduated from the hallowed halls of the prestigious academy, but it felt more like a lifetime. She eyed Sirius, trying to determine his age. Perhaps she had seen him before, if he was in his later years of school. He would have been a doe-eyed boy of 11 or so, a nervous wreck of a child presented in front of the entire student body to be sorted. Morgana vaguely remembered a young Mr. Black starting his education as she was ending hers, but could recall no details pertaining further to the matter. "Ah, of course. The fretful turmoil of puberty has always haunted the castle corridors. So, these detrimental little pranksters, are they friends or foes?" she questioned, trying to ascertain his stance on the individuals, and also decipher his personality.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 18, 2012 10:03:37 GMT -8

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The teen glanced down at the small glass of alcohol that was pushed toward him. For a moment, he considered not taking it and politely pushing it back toward Morgana. It was a school night, he wasn't supposed to be out anyway. He was breaking enough rules as it was.

So what was one more?

He gave her a quiet word of thanks and kicked the fiery liquid back, wincing at the burn that traveled down his throat. Boy, that was a sensation. Given that he wasn't used to imbibing large amounts of alcohol, he was going to keep it to just one tonight. Sirius was quite the trouble maker, but he was overall a good person. He followed most rules that were truly worth following. This was bending a rule while he was breaking others. A minor infraction for him. However, his mother's continued existence was pretty major. I don't think she'd be much of a loss either way, He sneered, clearly the sullen teenager with mother issues. His father was bad, but Walburga Black was worse.

He pushed the thought away, intent on finding a way to put her in her grave a little early without actually doing anything to her. It would be a long work in progress but one day she would kick the bucket. There isn't enough alcohol in any bar to imagine her as charming, He said with a laugh. Any kind of positive word was going to be the biggest exaggeration made in history. He shook his head, wishing that they could get away from his family as the main topic of conversation. He hated the expectations of being a Black and he really didn't want to delve into why he was so different, not that that particular bit had come up yet.

Oddly enough, school now-a-days was a decent enough change. He could handle telling this woman about the antics of the Marauders. He let an evil smirk spread over his lips, thinking about what he had done over the last five years, and this year still waiting for his friends and him to wreck havoc. Definitely friends. Grey eyes slid toward the red head, the mischievous glint letting her know that it wasn't just friends causing the mayhem on ever floor of the castle.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 18, 2012 12:16:43 GMT -8

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From the corner of her eye, Morgana watched as Sirius drank the fiery liquid. You could determine a cornucopia of characteristics from the way a person handled their alcoholic beverages. He winced slightly, which was never a bad sign. Typically that was a quality she observed in individuals who were young, not only in age but also in heart. Perhaps, though he was raised in the infamous house of Black, he was still fairly untainted by the world surrounding them. Morgana was a bit nostalgic for her days of naivety, and she contributed her interest in the lad entirely to that fact. "I apologize, I should have asked if you were interested in the liqueur. Force of habit, I suppose. she mentioned off-handedly. The few companions she had were all quite fond of the drink, then again, they were all Sirius' senior by many a year.

The Walburga conversation was causing her ill mood to turn all the fouler. It was vaguely comical to listen to the clear abhorrence in his tone regarding his lovely mother. Morgana was more glad than ever that she was raised by parents that she not only tolerated, but adored. It had all but shattered her when she'd learned of their demise by the Wizarding Law Authorities. She still had very knowledge of the matter, which had driven her to the edge of insanity more than once. Cause of Death? Unknown. Time of Death? Unknown. Fatal Factor? Unknown. Criminal Suspects? None. Incriminating Evidence? None. Natural Health Maladies? None. Morgana hated being in the dark on the unsavory subject. Come to think of it, she disliked being in the dark on any matter. She granted Sirius a small, approving smirk when he'd reiterated her statement and claimed he'd be overjoyed if his mother met her demise.

It was tad befuddling to hear him speak of the Black family Matriarch in an utterly disgusted tone. The bloodline was proud, and typically only spoke negatively on each other behind tightly sealed doors, as to maintain their appearance of perfection. She refrained the slight grin that was tugging to spread across her lips as he mentioned he was friends with the mischievous bunch. His facial expressions made it rather obvious that he was, in fact, one of the troublemakers himself. Good. At least he isn't one of those goody-two-shoe prefects. Though Morgana had not been a prankster in her day, she was far from the prodigal student. Her and her acquaintances often snuck out and drank to excess, caring little about the opinions of their peers and professors. "Of course. So, pray-tell, what sort of trouble do these rebellious teens cause?" she questioned curiously, before adding "What house are you in, by the by? You've all the cleverness of a Ravenclaw, but you clearly have the bloodline of a Slytherin."

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 18, 2012 18:44:37 GMT -8

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The young Gryffindor pushed the shot glass away, pleased with himself for not spitting it back out immediately. He could almost feel it weighing heavily in his stomach. He knew it was just a mental trick, but he really didn't take to drinking much. It seemed odd since he was always trying to forget about his family, but diving into a bottle just didn't occur to him. Not so troubled teen after all.

Tsk on you, Miss Morgana. Pushing alcohol on impressionable young men, He chided the woman. He smiled to soften his words, knowing that his tone wasn't at all displeased with her. While he wasn't the hard ass that he portrayed himself to be, he wasn't going to scoff at someone trying to push him. He was always one to take on a challenge.

He pushed a few Galleons toward Rosmerta, knowing that she would bring him another butterbeer. He certainly needed it to cool the fire from the whiskey. It was something for him t concentrate on rather than talk of his mother. It seemed the conversation was moving away from that anyway which suited him perfectly. He was happy enough to talk about the antics he got up to at school.

This year started off pretty fun. They made sure an entire house felt ... welcome, and gave a select few special gifts, Sirius said with a low growl. He was quite happy with how the elaborate prank turned out. So much had gone wrong for the Slytherins that morning and it was just damn funny. Pleased with himself, and proud of his house, the raven haired teen straightened a little as he answered. To the chagrin of many, I'm in Gryffindor. It had angered his parents plenty that he hadn't followed the rest of them into Slytherin, but he found that red and gold suited him better. Well, maybe not the colors themselves, but their attitude was much closer to his own than Slytherin.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 18, 2012 19:38:25 GMT -8

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Morgana sipped delicately on the tall tumbler of refreshing water that Rosmerta had just placed in front of her, going easy as not to upset the alcohol already residing in her stomach. She observed her acquaintance thoughtfully for a few moments, taking in his peculiar assortment of clothing articles. It wasn't a dreadful look on the student, M simply preferred a more modest and prim wardrobe for herself. It was all part of the role she played in society: proper representative of a known pure-blood family, renowned shop owner, Slytherin Alumni, Death Eater. Each one required strict self discipline and maintained an unspoken code of decorum, one which Morgana emulated with both eloquence and supremacy.

She offered Sirius a sly smirk when he mentioned her....influence on him these evening. Morgana certainly never claimed to be the most appropriate role model, she rather enjoyed a spot of trouble during her Hogwarts years. Perhaps tonight she was feeling a bit sentimental for her younger day's. Not that she was old, for Merlin's sake, she was barley 21 as it was, though she often felt that her mind was much older and full of wisdom than her physical appearance let on. "Oh, do take care not to let anyone in on our little secret, Sirius. I solemnly swear that I'm not trying to get you into trouble...much" she grinned, batting her eyelashes and lifting her hand in and oath-like fashion to create an innocent looking gesture. If she were being perfectly honest, Morgana was quite entertained by their good natured banter this evening. It was always surprising to her if she encountered someone she could actually have an intellectual conversation with when she was out and about in Hogsmeade. The fact that he was still a youthful scholar made it all the more astonishing and uncommon.

Morgana savored another small drink of her water as she listened to the boy describe some sort of prank, he was vague on the details so she couldn't be absolutely certain what had happened. At the mention of being sorted into Gryffindor, a memory flooded back into her mind. She recalled Professor Dumbledore calling out the name of one Sirius Black. A nervous boy had stepped forward, closing his eyes as the sorting hat was placed about his crown. Without even contemplating for a moment, the hat boomed "GRYFFINDOR", and the entire hall fell silent. He was the first ever of the Black Family to NOT be sorted into Slytherin. How...curious. It made her all the more intrigued with her current predicament. "I take it these precious gifts you're talking about were bestowed upon House Slytherin?" she pried lightly, not caring in the least that her Alma Mater was the one being targeted. She remembered a lively and thriving rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor during her time. "I myself am an Alumni of Slytherin, and I bare you no ill will due to your house. It's rather fascinating that you weren't sorted into the same house as your predecessors. And why do you believe that happened? she asked inquisitively. Morgana very well knew that it would have something to do with blood status, that is, after all, what everything came down to these days. Perhaps he was a muggle lover, it would certainly describe his erratic sense of style. The thought of those barbaric, inferior muggles alone made her blood start to boil, but she took a sip of wine and the tension in her angered nerves eased away.

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