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Wildest Dreams • Sirius Black

yes it’s based after Bridgerton

October 31st, Halloween, night of Black Family’s, All Hallows Eve cotillion

Hearing the music, I knew we were close. I peered through the curtain of the carriage, breathing deeply as I leaned back into my seat. I opened my mirror compact, checking if my mask had stayed in place. Darting my eyes from the wall ahead of me then back at the compact was a sign, you would take as me being nervous.

Which I was. The marauders, We’ve been weird, They all have things going on that all of a sudden is more important than us. I grumbled as the carriage came to a stop, Beginning to fix my cape before stepping down. Taking another deep breath before putting my shoulders back and beginning to make my way into the creepy, dead looking, manor. After examining the lovely halloween decorations I scampered into the manor.

After giving my cape to one of the servers, I walked out into the main room and was immediately welcomed by the smell of pastries, and the sight of people waltzing around the dance floor to famous muggle instrumentals. I kept looking around, trying to distinguish a friend from the rest of the people. Letting out a sigh of relief as I find a look alike to Peter, I mean I did make his suit.

I sauntered over to the boy, smiling widely as I witnessed his pupils widening the second we made eye contact. He smiled at me, complimented my dress, my hair, my everything. He’s sweet, truly is. Feeling like taking a seat, I asked Peter to save us a place as I went to go get some pastries. Arriving to the pastries table, I spotted a boy.

He looked a lot like Sirius, We aren’t on speaking terms currently by the way. After eyeing the boy for almost 5 minutes, i felt my heart dropped as the boy let me know he spotted me by offering a dance with him, that I wouldn’t have to keep looking back at him.

Well as much as I’d love too, I have a table to get back to i replied. Finishing my Iced Tea or whatever it’s called before strolling back to my table. I knew who the young man was the second he began tapping his fingers against each other, with the same smirk on his face. It was Regulus Black of course. I smirked to myself as I leaned back, crossing my arms and legs.

After multiple songs, I found myself picking at my nails, letting out a sigh and turning my head to face Peter asking the boy to dance. Agreeing before we both went off to dance with the others in the crowd, the boy mentioned something about the muggles party. After a while, my feet began to hurt and I was on the verge of calling it quits before my favorite piece began playing. I looked back for Peter, it turns out he was swept away while I had my back turned.

I felt my quick heart beat as I looked for a new partner, Spotting one that looks like Sirius. At some point I meet eye contact with the mysterious man, and I feel myself go pale. I could recognize that straight, shoulder length, greasy zone head of hair from anywhere. It belonged to the one and only, Severus Snape. The bastard even had the nerve to look me in the eye and ask who I was ogling my eyes at. Slowly turning my back to the boy, I began looking for another person.

The next thing I know, a stranger appeared in front of me, bashfully asking me to dance with him. I looked at him, examining his appearance for a quick second. His pupils were widened as he looked me, almost a desperate look that also leveled with adoration, if you know what I mean.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, before using my other to place his hand on my middle back, then connect our two free hands. I used this time to examine him. So familiar yet so strange. He was leading the dance, going rather slow but not bad at all. He asked “how long it’s been?”, Pardon, since what?

Oh bloody hell. Oh no.

I felt my heart begin racing, uncontrollably. I had to think of a response quick! I haven’t spoken to Sirius in quite a bit. I shivered before asking him what he meant by how long it’s been. He was referring to the last time we spoke, I felt my heart drop. The fact that I can’t remember when made me realize how much i actually missed the boy.

I felt my hair shift as he led us into a slide step, I felt his warm breath as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. I breathed deeply before Sirius apologized, he apologized and said he’d make an unbreakable vow to get me to believe him. I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes, I love him, I do. But I can only take so many apologies, and I let him know that.

He promised it’d be the last time, and asked what he could do to fix everything. I could tell he meant it, all of it. But it doesn’t change that his actions have affected me, But I’m also not the best either. I don’t know, that’s what i told him. Because I don’t. How do I feel? That’s a new one in a way.

I feel like as if you don’t take me seriously, and you’ve been taking slight advantage of the fact that i’ve trailed after you like an abandoned dog for years. I feel that you love me, as much as i love you. But you don’t know how to express it without saying something you see as stupid.

I’ve yearned for you, for many years. You let me see the parts of you, you refuse to show anyone else and it’s made me fall madly in love with you. But of course, I couldn’t say that. I asked the boy to dance rather than speak, just to treasure this moment.

He parted into a wide grin, tightening his grip on my waist as we turned. At this moment it feels like as if there’s no one around us. His eyes on mine, and mine on his. I began laughing loudly as he spun me into the air, We waltzed around the ballroom with no care, no disruptions. The next thing I know, we’re bowing to each other and he sticks his arm out to walk with him.

Truthfully, I accepted that gesture. He asked where to lead us to for our conversation. Which reminds me, this manor looks a lot like the one my mother would take me to play with this snobby, “that’s mine!”, rich boy. So i recommend the terrace over looking the back garden. He looked at me questioning if I’d been there before.

I told him the story of my younger friend, and he looked at me with his eyes widened, exclaiming I was the orphan he was forced to play with. I giggled as he led the way to the terrace.

What a small world.