Post by Sirius Black on Sept 2, 2006 20:02:22 GMT
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Name: Lego
Age (optional): 18
Contact info: e-mail: krdefo@sbcglobal.net; aim: almighty leg0
How did you find the site?: Someone was advertising on Neo and I was bored, so I took a look.
Character Info
Canon or Original? Canon
Full Name: Sirius Black
Nickname(s):[/size] Padfoot, Pads, Siri, Sirikins; the first two only apply to his fellow Marauders while the last two are generally what anyone uses when wishing to annoy Sirius- especially James or various members of his family
Blood: Pure Black wizarding blood- much to his dismay.
Date Of Birth: August 18, 1960
Age: 17
Original or Canon: Original
Desired House: Gryffindor, naturally.
School Year: Seventh
Wand: Bloodwood and ebony; 14 ½ inch; Essence of Dragon Scale
Appearance:
The Black family, while well known for their wealth and purity (of blood, at least), also have a history of looks, especially among the males in the family. And while Sirius might be the contradiction to every other typical trait of a Black, in this he is no exception. What’s worse is that he knows it. Very well, in fact, and has no problem with flaunting it in any way, shape, or form that he can.
His hair, which is as dark as the family name (and most of their hearts, as well), constantly remains in a ruffled mess, yet somehow it manages to do so in an attractive and, though not a purposeful manner, a natural one. Long enough to slip into his face and occasionally hide his eyes from view, at the same time it is kept short enough so that it doesn’t become ‘girly’ or too much of hassle. Rather, it lingers somewhere in the middle of the two classifications.
The general census of nearly every swooning female, however, is that Sirius’ eyes are the teen’s best feature. Beyond just the average, everyday, dull blue, ‘fathomless gray' is a much more fitting description. Constantly alight with a spark of some kind—be it anticipation at the latest scheme he’s about to pull off, satisfaction at the latest scheme he’s just pulled off, or amusement at the way Snape’s face gets red and blotchy after falling prey to the Marauders yet again—they always draw attention.
Yet just because Sirius’ eyes are his best feature doesn’t mean the rest can’t measure up. Oh no, far from it. He is the literal translation of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ into real human flesh. Although not quite the tallest boy in his year, at just a few inches below six feet he easily comes close enough. The rest of his body matches his height nicely, a broad chest and shoulders finally having filled in over the course of the past few years and nearing their completion. Sirius’ place as beater on the Quidditch has, undoubtedly, helped this process along and given his skin quite the ‘sun kissed’ glow. After all, with James as his best mate much of their free time is spent practicing, especially over the summer months.
He takes pride in his eye-catching appearance, but has become less vain over the past three years. Up until fourth year Sirius would often spend more time in the bathroom than many of the girls at Hogwarts—a fact James often taunted him about. Yet some switch seemed to click in his brain at that point and he began a life more suitable to that of a teen male. And over the summer before sixth year (coincidentally about the same time he moved out of Grimmauld Place and took up residence with James) he seemed to make exponential growth, now at the point of simply rolling out of bed, throwing on whichever clothes smell cleanest, and then spending the rest of the morning harassing his dorm mates.
This shift was undoubtedly connected to his break with his family, just as his growing fascination with all things muggle-related (their underground rock culture, in particular) is. Such importance was always placed on proper grooming, etiquette, and appearances that it seems only natural for Sirius to stray as far from anything ‘proper’ as possible.
Personality:
Despite how one-dimensional Sirius might appear, he’s actually quite the complicated bloke. Most generally see only the happy-go-lucky teen who’s so full of himself it seems his head is likely to explode at any moment. With an affinity for stirring up trouble, rebelling against any form of authority he can, and wooing women wherever he goes, there’s hardly ever a dull moment when Sirius is around. Full of quick, witty, and suggestive remarks conversation with him never dawdles and he isn’t one to be outdone by anyone. Not even James.
Along with the obvious air of arrogance comes a bit of selfishness and a tendency for him to be a bit of a spoiled brat at times. Sirius isn’t very used to hearing the word ‘no’ and always gets what he wants. Even Remus can’t hold up to the Black’s charm. So when anyone does do the unthinkable and dare to deny him, he doesn’t take it very well. Thus, he doesn’t always get along too well with others who are stubborn and headstrong.
But beneath these distasteful habits and unbecoming traits, a more agreeable person can be found. Once the surface has been breached and you dig a bit deeper, it’s discovered that the ego Sirius parades around with isn’t quite as big as he makes it out to be, and is more of a cover for his own insecurities than his true beliefs. He also becomes less selfish, for the loyalty he holds to his friends is unending and deep enough that he’d be willing to die (or break the law and become an illegal animagus) for any of them.
The wit and sarcastic comments never actually disappear, but there are a few more ‘Kodak’ moments. And even though he has a great distaste for studying so, thus, never does, Sirius somehow always manages to make top marks. Most just assume he cheats off Remus—which he occasionally does when he’s too lazy to do an assignment on his own. Yet, in actuality, he’s simply brighter than most people would ever give him credit for. There is also, of course, the years of training and education his parents forced upon him before he ever even stepped foot inside Hogwarts to consider.
Sirius does suffer from mood swings as bad as any thirteen-year old girl, however, and has a nasty temper. Generally he remains upbeat and chipper, but on a dime he can suddenly become moody and sullen, or bitter and angry, neither of which are very pleasant sides of Sirius to see. Such shifts are most commonly only brought on by incidents involving his family or various other Slytherins, but some occasions of self-loathing and sulking have been known to occur with seemingly no antagonist present. Thankfully, with the attention span of a gnat, cheering the Black up can sometimes be even easier than upsetting him.
Likes: Food, pranks, the Marauders, head massages (especially Remus', they're practically orgasmic), muggle rock music, muggle clothes, basically muggle anything, the monthly Marauders’ adventure, and Quidditch.
Dislikes: His family, Snape, Slytherins, the name ‘Sirikins’, prefects (who aren’t Remus), homework, school in general, and fleas.
Boggart: Psht. Sirius Black fears nothing. … Except crawling under James’ bed, which he swears is really just a cover for the breeding ground of demonically possessed mold he keeps in his room.
Patronus: Unknown, for Sirius never bothered to conquer this spell. After all, when would he ever need to fend off a dementor?
Pet: None. He’d probably kill it if he had one.
If there was one word to describe your character, what would it be? Totallyawesomebadassrebelliousprankingillegalanimagi.
History:
Born as the first of two sons to the most 'Noble and Ancient House of Black', Sirius' parents attempted to drill into him the importance of his status of a pureblood wizard and the disgrace that comes with being labeled a halfblood or, even worse, a mudblood from the moment he was born. Much to their dismay, he wasn't a very apt pupil. Even as a mere infant Sirius seemed constantly to defy his parents, it was as if from birth he'd decided to march to the beat of his own drum, a beat that played in discord to that of his family's.
His mother, though not necessarily unkind to him as a young boy, felt that a governess could better perform the duties normally associated with her role. The only problem was that Sirius and Regulus—his younger brother by just barely a year—proved to be such handfuls that none would stay for long. The Black household went through more governess' than could be counted on both hands until, finally, Sirius' mother simply gave up the futile quest, turning the job of babysitting the boys over to their house elf, Kreacher.
Despite being cared for by a disagreeable house elf most of his childhood, Sirius never complained about his life. The only ones he could compare it to were the lives of his cousins, and so far as he was concerned he had it better than they did. A younger brother to boss around and take the blame for his pranks, parents who, while not affectionate, were constantly spoiling him rotten, personal tutors (who they went through just as quickly as governess') teaching him various magic tricks and spells that no child really had any right to learn—he could see nothing wrong with his life.
But the year of his eleventh birthday he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts and everything suddenly changed.
His first offense was being sorted into Gryffindor. His second was the friendships he made during that first year at school. His third were all the owls his professors sent home, informing his parents of Sirius' misdeeds with his newfound partner-in-crime. It didn't help any that, in the occasional times their family lives came up in discussions, Sirius was finally able to realize he'd actually received the short end of the stick.
When he returned home for the first time for summer holidays, he attempted to find ways to make his parents more like James'. Needless to say it was a hopeless cause made even more hopeless by his mother's determination to all but beat out the horrible teachings of 'that blind old bat' which had 'forever ruined' her son. It was also then that he and Regulus began drifting apart, for his mother had received an entire year to poison his younger brother's mind. And, indeed, that following year the youngest Black was sorted into Slytherin.
Things continuously grew worse at the Black house, though he refused to give up any specific details to anyone of what really went on inside the walls of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Instead, he spent every holiday he could at Hogwarts and every day possible over the summer at James', filling his mind with thoughts of his friends rather than 'family' to keep himself happy. That was until the first week of this past summer, at which time he showed up on James' doorstep one night with a bleeding lip and trunk in tow. He hasn't returned to Grimmauld Place or spoken with any of his family since. He has also refused to divulge the information concerning the events that finally forced him from the house, becoming brooding and sullen even when James asks.
Anything else?:[/b] On an side ooc note- I tend to play Sirius a bit ... flamboyantly. And by flamboyantly I mean not quite straight. I can play a straight Sirius just as well, however, so just let me know which route you'd prefer I take and that's the one I'll follow.
Roleplay Sample:
Well. This wasn’t going according to plan at all. Mainly because James had been present in said plan, and yet was nowhere to be found. Something about Dumbledore and summer plans and other things that Sirius couldn’t really give a rat’s ass (no offence to Peter, of course) about, wonderfully demonstrated by the words flying in through one ear and right out the other. But what was he suppose to of done? Actually listened? Not likely. The year would be over in only a day’s time and Sirius was busy attempting to orchestrate the plans that would ensure the term ended with a bang.
But at some point between plotting with James over breakfast, arranging the whizzpop traps for strategic purposes, and charming the empty shells of armor, things had gone awry. And now Sirius found himself hurrying down an empty third-floor corridor with a whizzpop induced injury beginning to show in the form of a black eye and the distinct clatter that warned of the ax-wielding suit of armor charging down the hall after him. Let’s not forget that lovely stain on the bottom of his shirt the overturned glass of pumpkin juice had left from breakfast, either.
To say Sirius Black was having a bad day was an understatement.
Speeding around a corner, the teen darted behind the statue of a man who—thankfully—had obviously enjoyed his pie a bit too much. Crouching, wand clutched tightly in his hand, Sirius waited for a few tense seconds as the clunking heap of metal rounded the corner and paused. After a moment, it started moving once more, and as the sound of it receded he finally let out the breath he’d been holding and slowly crawled back out into the hall.
Grey eyes caught no sign of the homicidal suit of armor. So, Sirius returned to his feet confidently, brushing away the dust his pants had accumulated. Yet just as the smug grin began to return to its familiar place on the Black’s face his ears caught the telltale sound of animated metal. Freezing in place for a mere second, he instantly started off in the opposite direction, dashing into one of the many secret staircases hidden away behind a portrait that was currently unoccupied, its subject apparently having grown bored with the lack of activity around. If only Sirius' life were so simple.
He continued running the entirety of the trip, not slowing until he’d finally reached the familiar portrait of the Fat Lady (as she was fondly referred to by the students) who guarded the entrance to Gryffindor's common room. “Fai- … fairy … bubbles,” he managed between gasping breaths, stormy eyes glancing nervously about, as though he expected the armor to suddenly appear on the staircase behind him.
“My. What is going on today? You look as if you’ve--”
Attention returned immediately to the portrait, eyes rolling slightly as the teen finally began to catch his breath. “Just open … the bloody door,” Sirius commanded, chest slowing in its heaving as the offended portrait did as told. Though not without complaint, of course, but he simply ignored her and hurried into the common room. However, as he searched through the students hovering about, no trace of James could be found.
He couldn’t mask the slouch of disappointment in his shoulders, or the slight frown that graced his features. There was a suit of armor on the loose with full intent to murder him with an ax, and his best mate was missing. Of all the luck. But he caught sight of Remus coming down the stairs and, with a sigh, supposed the other boy would serve a well enough replacement for now.
“Oi, Moony!” Sprinting towards the werewolf, Sirius nearly doubled over as an annoying spasm of pain shot through his side. You know, the one that always manages to pop up in the least convenient of times? “Ow, ow.” Slowing his speed to a walk, Sirius collapsed into the chair nearest Remus, looking up at the other boy through mussed black bangs with an award-winning smile.
“Moony, my dear friend. You, uh, wouldn’t happen to know anything about disenchanting suits of armor, would you?” The sickly sweet tone of voice and charming grin might have been enough to suggest innocence, yet the bruised eye, rather rumpled clothing (his tie had come loose and some of his shirt untucked during his escape), and the fact that 'innocent' and 'Sirius' have yet to ever belong in the same sentence suggested otherwise.
Name: Lego
Age (optional): 18
Contact info: e-mail: krdefo@sbcglobal.net; aim: almighty leg0
How did you find the site?: Someone was advertising on Neo and I was bored, so I took a look.
Character Info
Canon or Original? Canon
Full Name: Sirius Black
Nickname(s):[/size] Padfoot, Pads, Siri, Sirikins; the first two only apply to his fellow Marauders while the last two are generally what anyone uses when wishing to annoy Sirius- especially James or various members of his family
Blood: Pure Black wizarding blood- much to his dismay.
Date Of Birth: August 18, 1960
Age: 17
Original or Canon: Original
Desired House: Gryffindor, naturally.
School Year: Seventh
Wand: Bloodwood and ebony; 14 ½ inch; Essence of Dragon Scale
Appearance:
The Black family, while well known for their wealth and purity (of blood, at least), also have a history of looks, especially among the males in the family. And while Sirius might be the contradiction to every other typical trait of a Black, in this he is no exception. What’s worse is that he knows it. Very well, in fact, and has no problem with flaunting it in any way, shape, or form that he can.
His hair, which is as dark as the family name (and most of their hearts, as well), constantly remains in a ruffled mess, yet somehow it manages to do so in an attractive and, though not a purposeful manner, a natural one. Long enough to slip into his face and occasionally hide his eyes from view, at the same time it is kept short enough so that it doesn’t become ‘girly’ or too much of hassle. Rather, it lingers somewhere in the middle of the two classifications.
The general census of nearly every swooning female, however, is that Sirius’ eyes are the teen’s best feature. Beyond just the average, everyday, dull blue, ‘fathomless gray' is a much more fitting description. Constantly alight with a spark of some kind—be it anticipation at the latest scheme he’s about to pull off, satisfaction at the latest scheme he’s just pulled off, or amusement at the way Snape’s face gets red and blotchy after falling prey to the Marauders yet again—they always draw attention.
Yet just because Sirius’ eyes are his best feature doesn’t mean the rest can’t measure up. Oh no, far from it. He is the literal translation of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ into real human flesh. Although not quite the tallest boy in his year, at just a few inches below six feet he easily comes close enough. The rest of his body matches his height nicely, a broad chest and shoulders finally having filled in over the course of the past few years and nearing their completion. Sirius’ place as beater on the Quidditch has, undoubtedly, helped this process along and given his skin quite the ‘sun kissed’ glow. After all, with James as his best mate much of their free time is spent practicing, especially over the summer months.
He takes pride in his eye-catching appearance, but has become less vain over the past three years. Up until fourth year Sirius would often spend more time in the bathroom than many of the girls at Hogwarts—a fact James often taunted him about. Yet some switch seemed to click in his brain at that point and he began a life more suitable to that of a teen male. And over the summer before sixth year (coincidentally about the same time he moved out of Grimmauld Place and took up residence with James) he seemed to make exponential growth, now at the point of simply rolling out of bed, throwing on whichever clothes smell cleanest, and then spending the rest of the morning harassing his dorm mates.
This shift was undoubtedly connected to his break with his family, just as his growing fascination with all things muggle-related (their underground rock culture, in particular) is. Such importance was always placed on proper grooming, etiquette, and appearances that it seems only natural for Sirius to stray as far from anything ‘proper’ as possible.
Personality:
Despite how one-dimensional Sirius might appear, he’s actually quite the complicated bloke. Most generally see only the happy-go-lucky teen who’s so full of himself it seems his head is likely to explode at any moment. With an affinity for stirring up trouble, rebelling against any form of authority he can, and wooing women wherever he goes, there’s hardly ever a dull moment when Sirius is around. Full of quick, witty, and suggestive remarks conversation with him never dawdles and he isn’t one to be outdone by anyone. Not even James.
Along with the obvious air of arrogance comes a bit of selfishness and a tendency for him to be a bit of a spoiled brat at times. Sirius isn’t very used to hearing the word ‘no’ and always gets what he wants. Even Remus can’t hold up to the Black’s charm. So when anyone does do the unthinkable and dare to deny him, he doesn’t take it very well. Thus, he doesn’t always get along too well with others who are stubborn and headstrong.
But beneath these distasteful habits and unbecoming traits, a more agreeable person can be found. Once the surface has been breached and you dig a bit deeper, it’s discovered that the ego Sirius parades around with isn’t quite as big as he makes it out to be, and is more of a cover for his own insecurities than his true beliefs. He also becomes less selfish, for the loyalty he holds to his friends is unending and deep enough that he’d be willing to die (or break the law and become an illegal animagus) for any of them.
The wit and sarcastic comments never actually disappear, but there are a few more ‘Kodak’ moments. And even though he has a great distaste for studying so, thus, never does, Sirius somehow always manages to make top marks. Most just assume he cheats off Remus—which he occasionally does when he’s too lazy to do an assignment on his own. Yet, in actuality, he’s simply brighter than most people would ever give him credit for. There is also, of course, the years of training and education his parents forced upon him before he ever even stepped foot inside Hogwarts to consider.
Sirius does suffer from mood swings as bad as any thirteen-year old girl, however, and has a nasty temper. Generally he remains upbeat and chipper, but on a dime he can suddenly become moody and sullen, or bitter and angry, neither of which are very pleasant sides of Sirius to see. Such shifts are most commonly only brought on by incidents involving his family or various other Slytherins, but some occasions of self-loathing and sulking have been known to occur with seemingly no antagonist present. Thankfully, with the attention span of a gnat, cheering the Black up can sometimes be even easier than upsetting him.
Likes: Food, pranks, the Marauders, head massages (especially Remus', they're practically orgasmic), muggle rock music, muggle clothes, basically muggle anything, the monthly Marauders’ adventure, and Quidditch.
Dislikes: His family, Snape, Slytherins, the name ‘Sirikins’, prefects (who aren’t Remus), homework, school in general, and fleas.
Boggart: Psht. Sirius Black fears nothing. … Except crawling under James’ bed, which he swears is really just a cover for the breeding ground of demonically possessed mold he keeps in his room.
Patronus: Unknown, for Sirius never bothered to conquer this spell. After all, when would he ever need to fend off a dementor?
Pet: None. He’d probably kill it if he had one.
If there was one word to describe your character, what would it be? Totallyawesomebadassrebelliousprankingillegalanimagi.
History:
Born as the first of two sons to the most 'Noble and Ancient House of Black', Sirius' parents attempted to drill into him the importance of his status of a pureblood wizard and the disgrace that comes with being labeled a halfblood or, even worse, a mudblood from the moment he was born. Much to their dismay, he wasn't a very apt pupil. Even as a mere infant Sirius seemed constantly to defy his parents, it was as if from birth he'd decided to march to the beat of his own drum, a beat that played in discord to that of his family's.
His mother, though not necessarily unkind to him as a young boy, felt that a governess could better perform the duties normally associated with her role. The only problem was that Sirius and Regulus—his younger brother by just barely a year—proved to be such handfuls that none would stay for long. The Black household went through more governess' than could be counted on both hands until, finally, Sirius' mother simply gave up the futile quest, turning the job of babysitting the boys over to their house elf, Kreacher.
Despite being cared for by a disagreeable house elf most of his childhood, Sirius never complained about his life. The only ones he could compare it to were the lives of his cousins, and so far as he was concerned he had it better than they did. A younger brother to boss around and take the blame for his pranks, parents who, while not affectionate, were constantly spoiling him rotten, personal tutors (who they went through just as quickly as governess') teaching him various magic tricks and spells that no child really had any right to learn—he could see nothing wrong with his life.
But the year of his eleventh birthday he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts and everything suddenly changed.
His first offense was being sorted into Gryffindor. His second was the friendships he made during that first year at school. His third were all the owls his professors sent home, informing his parents of Sirius' misdeeds with his newfound partner-in-crime. It didn't help any that, in the occasional times their family lives came up in discussions, Sirius was finally able to realize he'd actually received the short end of the stick.
When he returned home for the first time for summer holidays, he attempted to find ways to make his parents more like James'. Needless to say it was a hopeless cause made even more hopeless by his mother's determination to all but beat out the horrible teachings of 'that blind old bat' which had 'forever ruined' her son. It was also then that he and Regulus began drifting apart, for his mother had received an entire year to poison his younger brother's mind. And, indeed, that following year the youngest Black was sorted into Slytherin.
Things continuously grew worse at the Black house, though he refused to give up any specific details to anyone of what really went on inside the walls of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Instead, he spent every holiday he could at Hogwarts and every day possible over the summer at James', filling his mind with thoughts of his friends rather than 'family' to keep himself happy. That was until the first week of this past summer, at which time he showed up on James' doorstep one night with a bleeding lip and trunk in tow. He hasn't returned to Grimmauld Place or spoken with any of his family since. He has also refused to divulge the information concerning the events that finally forced him from the house, becoming brooding and sullen even when James asks.
Anything else?:[/b] On an side ooc note- I tend to play Sirius a bit ... flamboyantly. And by flamboyantly I mean not quite straight. I can play a straight Sirius just as well, however, so just let me know which route you'd prefer I take and that's the one I'll follow.
Roleplay Sample:
Well. This wasn’t going according to plan at all. Mainly because James had been present in said plan, and yet was nowhere to be found. Something about Dumbledore and summer plans and other things that Sirius couldn’t really give a rat’s ass (no offence to Peter, of course) about, wonderfully demonstrated by the words flying in through one ear and right out the other. But what was he suppose to of done? Actually listened? Not likely. The year would be over in only a day’s time and Sirius was busy attempting to orchestrate the plans that would ensure the term ended with a bang.
But at some point between plotting with James over breakfast, arranging the whizzpop traps for strategic purposes, and charming the empty shells of armor, things had gone awry. And now Sirius found himself hurrying down an empty third-floor corridor with a whizzpop induced injury beginning to show in the form of a black eye and the distinct clatter that warned of the ax-wielding suit of armor charging down the hall after him. Let’s not forget that lovely stain on the bottom of his shirt the overturned glass of pumpkin juice had left from breakfast, either.
To say Sirius Black was having a bad day was an understatement.
Speeding around a corner, the teen darted behind the statue of a man who—thankfully—had obviously enjoyed his pie a bit too much. Crouching, wand clutched tightly in his hand, Sirius waited for a few tense seconds as the clunking heap of metal rounded the corner and paused. After a moment, it started moving once more, and as the sound of it receded he finally let out the breath he’d been holding and slowly crawled back out into the hall.
Grey eyes caught no sign of the homicidal suit of armor. So, Sirius returned to his feet confidently, brushing away the dust his pants had accumulated. Yet just as the smug grin began to return to its familiar place on the Black’s face his ears caught the telltale sound of animated metal. Freezing in place for a mere second, he instantly started off in the opposite direction, dashing into one of the many secret staircases hidden away behind a portrait that was currently unoccupied, its subject apparently having grown bored with the lack of activity around. If only Sirius' life were so simple.
He continued running the entirety of the trip, not slowing until he’d finally reached the familiar portrait of the Fat Lady (as she was fondly referred to by the students) who guarded the entrance to Gryffindor's common room. “Fai- … fairy … bubbles,” he managed between gasping breaths, stormy eyes glancing nervously about, as though he expected the armor to suddenly appear on the staircase behind him.
“My. What is going on today? You look as if you’ve--”
Attention returned immediately to the portrait, eyes rolling slightly as the teen finally began to catch his breath. “Just open … the bloody door,” Sirius commanded, chest slowing in its heaving as the offended portrait did as told. Though not without complaint, of course, but he simply ignored her and hurried into the common room. However, as he searched through the students hovering about, no trace of James could be found.
He couldn’t mask the slouch of disappointment in his shoulders, or the slight frown that graced his features. There was a suit of armor on the loose with full intent to murder him with an ax, and his best mate was missing. Of all the luck. But he caught sight of Remus coming down the stairs and, with a sigh, supposed the other boy would serve a well enough replacement for now.
“Oi, Moony!” Sprinting towards the werewolf, Sirius nearly doubled over as an annoying spasm of pain shot through his side. You know, the one that always manages to pop up in the least convenient of times? “Ow, ow.” Slowing his speed to a walk, Sirius collapsed into the chair nearest Remus, looking up at the other boy through mussed black bangs with an award-winning smile.
“Moony, my dear friend. You, uh, wouldn’t happen to know anything about disenchanting suits of armor, would you?” The sickly sweet tone of voice and charming grin might have been enough to suggest innocence, yet the bruised eye, rather rumpled clothing (his tie had come loose and some of his shirt untucked during his escape), and the fact that 'innocent' and 'Sirius' have yet to ever belong in the same sentence suggested otherwise.