[ If there was one thing Hermione had always been intensely aware of it was Sirius Black's... 'Nature', as it were. She'd heard enough stories about the Marauders and their time at school to get a pretty good idea about what he was like, but seeing it first hand, directed right at her? It's a little disarming, if she's being honest, and leaves her a little off kilter.
She's not used to cute boys flirting with her, okay.
Lifting her hand to brush the snow from her hair and off her face, she purses her lips and does her best to look a little more stern than she actually feels. She's learned through experience that staying mad at someone like Sirius is rather difficult, but she intends to try - he threw a snowball at her face, for Merlin's sake, he isn't going to just get away with it. No matter how charming he is, or how nice it is to see him alive again - and she would be more shocked, but with Remus, James, Lily and Snape already here it's a familiar feeling. It's a mix of relief, joy and an aching sadness that gets all tangled up inside her.
Her arms cross over her chest and she lets her eyes flicker over him quickly, taking him in. He looks young, young enough to feel comfortable flirting with her, and given experience she imagines he must be around the same age as Remus and James. That means late years of Hogwarts, which means extra trouble and ridiculous Marauder antics - which, in turn, explains the daft snowball. It's rather nice, to be able to see this side of Sirius - while the one she knew, the future version of himself, was just as charming at times, he was also sad and a little broken by the life he's been forced to lead. Seeing Sirius carefree is like a blessing.
He's absolutely ridiculous and reminds her of James in a sharp, startling way that almost has her laughing right in his face. Instead, she bites her lip and lifts an eyebrow as he tries to work out where she might know him from -- and, honestly, snogged her? She would hope she was more memorable than that, but at least she's able to laugh at him now, a little undignified snort. ]
None of the above, I'm afraid, but nice try. [ She grins, holding out her gloved hand and tilting her head, trying not to look like an idiot. She's just so happy that it's hard to keep it all bottled up inside. ] My name is Hermione Granger, only child and Sirius snog-free, thank you very much. I'm a friend of James, Lily and Remus, if it helps, but I don't think you know me yet.
jeez sirius!!!!
She's not used to cute boys flirting with her, okay.
Lifting her hand to brush the snow from her hair and off her face, she purses her lips and does her best to look a little more stern than she actually feels. She's learned through experience that staying mad at someone like Sirius is rather difficult, but she intends to try - he threw a snowball at her face, for Merlin's sake, he isn't going to just get away with it. No matter how charming he is, or how nice it is to see him alive again - and she would be more shocked, but with Remus, James, Lily and Snape already here it's a familiar feeling. It's a mix of relief, joy and an aching sadness that gets all tangled up inside her.
Her arms cross over her chest and she lets her eyes flicker over him quickly, taking him in. He looks young, young enough to feel comfortable flirting with her, and given experience she imagines he must be around the same age as Remus and James. That means late years of Hogwarts, which means extra trouble and ridiculous Marauder antics - which, in turn, explains the daft snowball. It's rather nice, to be able to see this side of Sirius - while the one she knew, the future version of himself, was just as charming at times, he was also sad and a little broken by the life he's been forced to lead. Seeing Sirius carefree is like a blessing.
He's absolutely ridiculous and reminds her of James in a sharp, startling way that almost has her laughing right in his face. Instead, she bites her lip and lifts an eyebrow as he tries to work out where she might know him from -- and, honestly, snogged her? She would hope she was more memorable than that, but at least she's able to laugh at him now, a little undignified snort. ]
None of the above, I'm afraid, but nice try. [ She grins, holding out her gloved hand and tilting her head, trying not to look like an idiot. She's just so happy that it's hard to keep it all bottled up inside. ] My name is Hermione Granger, only child and Sirius snog-free, thank you very much. I'm a friend of James, Lily and Remus, if it helps, but I don't think you know me yet.