Chapter 813 - Entreaty Ⅱ (1/2)

With a cheerful expression on his face, Sirius saunters away leaving Rowan working on her homework, before dinner. With dinner not too far away, the halls are filled with students chatting and laughing all trailing down to the Great Hall. He suddenly freezes as the firelight of the torches lights up the short, strawberry blond hair of Tiffany Topsy. She looked simply breathtaking in the light of the torches as she happily chatted with her close friend, the Ravenclaw female Prefect, Pandora Ravine. A blond-haired girl with aqua-colored eyes, who was dating a fellow Ravenclaw, a 7th year by the name of Xenophilius Lovegood. (A weird one at that.)

Right now is as a good a time as any except that Sirius suddenly found that he couldn't move an inch. It was as if he had been glued to the spot by a strong sticking charm. ”Get a hold of yourself, Padfoot!” Sirius muttered rather loudly to himself. ”You can do this!” But his mouth suddenly felt dry and his heart was beating much too fast and sounding loudly in his ears.

”I can do this!” Sirius desperately repeated to himself.

Trying to gather his courage, Sirius mutters that he is a Gryffindor by Godric's sword! Before he can gain the courage to move, he hears the sweet voice of Tiffany say with concern, ”Are you alright, Sirius?”

Sirius's gray eyes go blank as he forgets exactly what he was going to say. Sirius just stands there stupidly in front of the two girls as Tiffany shares a glance with Pandora. ”If you aren't feeling well, you really should go see Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary.” Sirius nods foolishly in agreement with the object of his affection. His body begins to move all on its own and nearly walks into the nearest stone wall.

Pandora bȧrėly manages to grab Sirius back by the collar of his robes just in time to stop him from breaking his nose. ”Right,” Pandora stared at the off-looking Gryffindor.

”Tiffany, why don't you escort Sirius down to the infirmary. I think his brains finally overheated from studying. I'll see you in the Great Hall,” Pandora quickly said, before hurrying after a couple of first years, who thought it was funny to give someone Hiccough Sweets from Zonko's joke shop.

The issue is that the prank is only funny until someone can't breathe! A serious side effect that can occur when the individual, who consumed a Hiccough Sweet finds themselves unable to breathe. It was a potentially fatal side effect! The sweet really ought to be banned from use! One day someone was going to very real choke to death and then the public outcry would truly occur! That was precisely, why her boyfriend, Xeno was planning to open his own paper, ”The Quibbler!” They needed the public to be aware of the truth!

With Pandora vanishing down the hall chasing down miscreants, Tiffany is left holding a handful of Sirius's robes. Seeing the not quite right expression on Sirius's face, she gently tugs on them. ”C'mon Sirius, I am sure that Madam Pomfrey will fix you good as new.”

Sirius screams at himself, but his body dumbly nods and follows obediently after Tiffany, who still holds a handful of his robes in her grasp. They receive several strange looks as they pass by, but no one stops them as they see them heading in the direction of the infirmary. The closer they get to the infirmary, the more nervous Sirius becomes, yet he just can't quite seem to get his act together.

With the infirmary insight only further down the corridor, Sirius comes to an abrupt halt nearly causing Tiffany to stumble as her arm is forcefully pulled back by the weight of Sirius. Tiffany bats her eyelashes in confusion and peers up at Sirius with concern. Scrunching her face up with worry, she says, ”Sirius, I know that you aren't feeling well, but we are nearly there. If you feel that you can't make it, I can support you or levitate you there.”

There is no response from Sirius causing Tiffany to drop his robes and take a step closer to him. ”Sirius did you not hear me?” She asked with worry prettily pursing her lips.

Unable to keep it in anymore, Sirius's mouth moves all on its own as Sirius can only listen in horror at hearing himself speak. ”I like you,” his mouth stupidly said, while he screamed on the inside. Where had all his suave and confidence with girls gone off too?!

Tiffany's face in response darkens. ”That's not funny at all, Sirius,” she stiffly said with evident hurt on her face. ”Why would you ever say such a cruel thing, Sirius?”

”No, I mean, GAHH!” Sirius shouted in frustration, before tugging on his hair.

Tiffany worriedly takes a step back from Sirius until he ceases to pull on his hair. Seeing Tiffany looking at him with serious concern, Sirius's head droops down onto his ċhėst like a whipped dog. ”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, Tiffany.”

”I accept your apology, Sirius, but why would you ever make a joke like that? You know that with my being called a Bride of Death; the boys have been going around saying they like me as a cruel joke as no one dares to really like me,” Tiffany somberly said.