Chapter 812 - Entreaty (2/2)
Sirius's face grows less pink and more indignant. ”Of course, you would,” he drily grumbled. ”Well, what is that you want?”
”I want you to run some errands for me tomorrow,” Rowan honestly said as she handed over the written list to him. ”Severus is on patrol duty at Hogsmeade tomorrow and frankly with his head in the clouds right now, I wouldn't trust him with anything including our prefect duties.”
Sirius nods his head in understanding as he begins to read the list of tasks. It was picking up crates of candy from Honeydukes. An order from Gladrags Wizardwear, Dominic Maestro's Magic Shop, Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, Spintwitches Sporting Needs, Tomes and Scrolls, and Devish and Banges. ”Why so many orders?” He finally asked with blatant curiosity as he glanced up from the errand list.
”If you must know, the candy is for all the younger years,” Rowan admitted. ”I wanted to ensure that they all at least a gift before the holidays. And as for the rest, they are all gifts for all of you, lot. They have already been paid for but need to be picked up.”
Sirius perks up and glances down at the list, before saying, ”Then can I safely guess that my and peter's gift will likely be coming from Spintwitches Sporting Needs?”
”That is a fair and accurate ȧssessment,” Rowan drily answered neither confirming nor denying the statement.
”Then I won't mind doing you the favor, Rowan,” Sirius said with a charming grin, before neatly folding it and putting away on his person.
A bit of flush returns to his face as Sirius glances down at his twisting hands. ”So, do you think I have a shot?” He hesitantly asked as he peeked up hopefully at Rowan's face.
Rowan indigo, midnight black eyes gaze solemnly at him for a moment, before a genuine smile appears on her face. ”Mm, you are kind, and you see, Tiffany for who she truly is. She would be lucky to have you. And it certainly does not hurt that you happen to be the pureblood heir to the Black Family, her parents most ȧssuredly will not disapprove nor will your parents.”
”You think so?!” Sirius eagerly asked, before frowning and losing a bit of wind from his sails. ”I mean with those brats calling her a Bride of Death, I don't want her to feel that I like her only because she's being called that. She's pretty, and funny, and brave!” He said the last part with a stupid, silly grin on his face.
Rowan bȧrėly refrains from rolling her eyes at the sudden lovestruck atmosphere visibly before her. Letting out a loud sniff, she glances down at her nails for a moment, before returning to glance at the nervous face of Sirius. ”Actions speak louder than words, Sirius. If you want Tiffany to know your feelings, you will have to show her. She's already had one terrible fiancé, Vasco Vespucci, and who might I point out was a cheating scum from Gryffindor. And you don't exactly have a stellar reputation with the female population. Don't get me wrong, you're popular alright, but you're a complete arse.”
”Right,” Sirius weakly said shrinking down in his chair. ”So, what do you suggest I do, Rowan?”
Rowan eyes Sirius for a moment, before letting out a sigh. ”I will deny ever saying this should anyone ask, but you are sweet in your own loud way. You are loyal and sincere, but that counts for more than you would think. So, just be yourself, Sirius, and you will win Tiffany over.”
”Aw, you do care, Rowan,” Sirius teasingly said.
Rowan's face darkened and she turned away from ignoring the annoying brat! See if she ever helped him out again! It was the last time EVER!