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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 23, 2012 11:50:18 GMT -8

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Sirius let a dark light shine in his eyes. He was beginning to like this woman. She might not intentionally be trying to get him into trouble, but he certainly did quite a bit of that himself, so it was little concern. Oh, trust me. I'm always up to no good so you aren't corrupting the young with me, He purred, mentally finishing the magic words that would activate the map of Hogwarts.

If the worst she did to him was buy him a drink or two, it would mean little to his already tarnished reputation. Some thought that the moment he began fighting against the Black traditions his reputation meant nothing, but he still thought that he had plenty of good standing. He just caused trouble at school like any normal teenager so he was pretty par for the course in his own eyes.

Of course, Morgana might not see it like that being from Slytherin herself. He was quiet for a few moments, still unsure that she would really not be upset that he was not only sorted into a different house, but that she wouldn't be mad that he had helped prank her old house. Hey, can't let my little brother and his little friends get out of line, ya know? Just a public service, He tried, having actually made sure that his brother and his cousin got what they deserved. It certainly wasn't like he wouldn't have picked on family either way.

Still mildly worried, he was glad for the distraction as Rosmerta brought him another butterbeer, almost eagerly taking a larger sip than need be. Keeping his eyes averted from the woman beside him, he took a deep breath. I've always been a pain in the arse for my family. Gryffindor is just one more stab at them, He confessed, a hand going to the lock and chain around his neck.

Sirius had noticed her taking in his appearance, now feeling compelled to explain that as well. The look is for them, too. The Muggles call it "punk." I kind of dig it, but I knew it would brass Mum off something terrible. Not gonna run off to join them or anything, but it's always fun coming up with new ways to piss her off. Talk about oversharing. Sirius shook his head at himself and took another long sip. He wasn't much for sharing anything at all, but when it came to family, he wasn't shy about being openly hostile toward his "loved" ones. They were always on the verge of blasting him off the family tree anyway. Their prejudiced, not his.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 27, 2012 8:50:34 GMT -8

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Morgana savored another delicate sip from her rich and aromatic vintage, enjoying the numbness that was gradually encasing her tongue. She swiveled on her bar stool so she was now permanently facing Sirius, not bothering to disguise the fact that she was sizing him up. "Oh? Let us hope that you are as unyielding as you appear. We wouldn't want curious bystanders to gain a negative perspective of my reputation, now would we?" she quipped playfully. It was a nonsensical comment, not a single individual in the whole of Hogsmeade Village would dare utter a derogatory syllable about Morgana, she was known for hexing such naysayers.

Sirius had mentioned something about a brother, which sparked a sense of recognition within her. It was common knowledge that Orion and Walburga had brought two sons into the world. Judging from his tone, Sirius must not care much for his brothers way of life- leading her to the conclusion that he must be obedient of the unwritten pureblood elitist code of conduct. "Your brother, is he a Slytherin? I believe I spotted his name in the Prophet once or twice, Reginald or Rinaldo, or something of a similar nature, perhaps?" she questioned curiously. Perhaps if his brother upheld the Black family blood status ideals, he could be a useful recruit in Tom Riddle's cause. It was always advantageous to acquire powerful and well known lineages for their augmenting organization. A little harmless prying could prove ever so beneficial to her Master.

She listened patiently at his explanation as to why he was satisfied, and even jubilant, to be sorted into Gryffindor. It was a rather more intensified version of your typical teenage rebellion, if he continued at his current rate Walburga would see fit to blast him from the family tree before he even finished Hogwarts. "You have a sense of vengeance, it seems, an attribute that you surely inherited from the Black bloodline. They're...quite infamous for acts of retribution." Morgana offered casually, attempting to gauge his reaction of being compared to his predecessors.

Once he detailed the oddities of his muggle clothing articles, his appearance made much more sense. He had shared a small insight into his point of view, and thus Morgana felt obligated to reciprocate the act. "Upon my graduation, I went through a brief period of defiance myself. I went as far as becoming engaged to a muggle man for near half a year. However, I quickly came to understand my misjudgment, and returned once more to the wizarding community." she admitted, an expression of pure vehemence written clear as day across her face. Reflecting back on those times often brought about a vigorous renewal of her malicious intent for the muggle realm in its entirety. She yearned to watch their world burn, along with it's barbaric inhabitants.

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 28, 2012 7:40:13 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2012 7:40:13 GMT -8

Sirius hadn't thought about how it could make her look bad to be messing about with a teenage boy. He leaned in close, giving her a small smirk. Not a word from me. We'll keep this our little secret,

[/b] He assured her quietly. He would take responsibility for anything that happened between them since he was already a black sheep and it wouldn't do much to him. He was a reckless kid so they were prone to fits of ... anything.

He took another sip of his drink and nodded to her question. Yeah, Regulus was just the apple of their mother's eye. The perfect son, being in Slytherin, drinking the poison she passed off as pumpkin juice. It was amazing that he still had a mind and not just a pull string that spouted out whatever Mother said. I just call him Mummy's little monster,[/b] He joked. It takes a special kind of person to put up with her the way he does. Honestly, I'm surprised she loosened the apron strings enough to let him come to school.[/b] Sirius gave a shrug and was ready to not talk about his "perfect" brother.

Talking about himself wasn't all that much better, but he could at least talk about the pranks he pulled and nothing more personal. Morgana seemed to keep personal on the verbal menu since it seemed like they were only talking about his family. Guess something had to rub off, yeah? Sometimes blood effects you no matter what.[/b] Yes, he had realized that he still had come traits of your typical Black, but he could handle them, like the taste for revenge.

Sirius raised a brow at the woman as she confessed to spending that kind of time in the Muggle world. He had little against Muggles other than the fact that they were morons half the time, but they weren't cockroaches that his family and others considered them to be. I don't understand how they can function without magic,[/b] He commented offhandedly, shaking his head. he glanced back at her, considering her attitude and couldn't see her spending any amount of time among the magically handicapped. How did you stay sane?[/b] Sirius asked quietly, truly curious. He might not be the zealot that other purebloods were, but he didn't think he could go without using magic at all. He would drive himself up a wall having to do everything the hard way.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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Sirius Consequences [Sirius] Dec 29, 2012 10:45:19 GMT -8

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"Not to worry, dear. In this neighborhood, most are too paralyzed with fear to mutter any sort of discrimination against me, lest they be ostracized or....something of the sort." she replied, casting her gaze around the parlor for a moment. Half of the patrons grinned genuinely or raised a glass in her direction, while the other half turned away in intimidation. Most knew little of her truest loyalties to the growing influence known as the Dark Lord, but every single soul present knew of the pureblood elitist reputation of the Scrivenshaft family.

Morgana took another seemingly endless taste of the dry vintage in her tumbler, finishing the intoxicating liquid and pushing it towards Rosmerta. She waved her hand at the barmaid, signaling that she wasn't in need of another beverage as of yet. That wasn't to see she was done for the night, but for now she would nurse the cool and refreshing glass of water the establishment had provided to her moments ago. The red head tucked a stray portion of fiery locks behind her ear, letting her cool hand run down her warm neck briefly to alleviate the heat. Alcohol tended to make her skin tingle with a slow, sweet burn. Morgana listened patiently as Sirius vented about his brother in a rather distasteful manner. "Do remember that the prodigal son always ventures from his set-in-stone path eventually, won't you? Perhaps one day he will be held in the same regards as you by the infamous Walburga Black." she reasoned thoughtfully, pondering if there were any truth in the words. She had strayed from her parents ways once, after all, though she had strutted the path back to the family's good graces with ease.

She couldn't restrain the lack-luster laugh that escaped her lips at the mention of the difficulties of the muggle lifestyle. In truth, Morgana had never fully adjusted to their nomadic behaviors and coarse conduct. "They are vastly creatures of comfort, the unknown unnerves them, and as such they prefer a more stationary and predetermined state of existence. It's rather a pity, to be perfectly earnest." she detailed without even a second thought on the subject. It was a subject that she had contemplated for many a month, and as such had already come to her unwavering conclusions on the matter. "Sane is not so much the term I would utilize to describe myself during those trying times. I was being rebellious and reckless, or so I thought. Turn's out that I was simply being self-detrimental. Also, I never adapted to habits in truth- I continued magic behind closed doors, of course, for a time..." her words began to stagger off, as she was treading in the waters of dangerous materials, her past.