Chapter 596 - Frank Conversation’s Ⅱ (2/2)

”And what is that?” Cauldwell arrogantly snickered as he too raised his wand along with his posse.

”All the Black Children are taught certain arts from birth,” Sirius carefully said, before shouting, ”Incarcerous!” Thick ropes are conjured from thin air and tie the remaining two attackers.

”Impossible!” Cauldwell stammered as he futilely struggled to free himself from his binds. ”That's a N.E.W.T. level spell!”

”Well, I am good at Transfiguration,” Sirius coldly answered, before saying, ”Silencio!” The three boys are instantly rendered mute for the time being.

Hurrying over to release Tiffany from the wall, Sirius worriedly asks, ”Are you alright, Tiffany?” And carefully checked her over with his eye for any visible harm.

”Just my pride,” Tiffany bitterly said as she rubbed her aching wrists.

”What was that all about?” Sirius asked as he gestured with his hand at the year older, sixth year's, a Hufflepuff, a Ravenclaw, and a Gryffindor.

Tiffany arches her brows at Sirius as she tides herself up, before finally saying, ”Not that I am ungrateful, Sirius, but there are times where I do wonder if you are a proper pureblood at all.”

Sirius flashes Tiffany a cheeky, proud grin and says, ”I always escaped from the family tutor's and would fall asleep during class.”

”That actually explains a lot,” Tiffany said as they walked way and left the three boys behind them. Any Slytherin worth their salt would know that something had occurred. And the Slytherin's were a territorial bunch.

”Well?” Sirius gently pried as they wandered away from the dungeons.

”Fine, if you must know they got the drop on me,” Tiffany muttered in embarrassment. ”I was preoccupied, and I just wanted a breath of fresh air as Silvia, Terry, and Bethanie have been sticking to me like Drobble's Best Blowing Gum. I just wanted a moment to myself that's all.”

”Is it because of that Death Bride thing?”

”Yes.”

”Well, what is it? And don't make me ask again, Tiffany. I told you I fell asleep a lot during certain tutoring classes.”

Tiffany rolls her eyes at his reply and mumbles, ”I can't believe you are the Black family heir. I'm honestly surprised your mother and father haven't tried to marry you off to the first girl that has caught your fancy.”

”They've tried,” Sirius shrugged with a defiant, but triumphant grin.

And which was all true to the utter despair of Walburga and Orion Black. Because even as a child, Sirius, their son had been a stubborn, pigheaded, Gryffindor of all things. Woe is them.