PT: 4
“Has anyone seen my black shirt?” Sirius asked as he walked into the basement kitchen, with only his black pants on, socks in hand. His long black hair, glistening lightly from the shower he just finished taking. His eyes landed on her, and a small grin form on his pale pink lips.
“Hey when’d you get here?” Sirius asked the young woman he had secretly nicknamed Angel.
“About 10 minutes ago, I just wanted to get something to drink…” She said hesitantly as she held up the bottle of butterbeer and pressed it to her firm breast, His smile widened as she looked down then blushed, realizing what she had done.
“Well good, then I won’t have to drink alone…” He said calmly, as he walked right up to her and with deliberate movements, reached over her, pulled the fridge door open, making her come closer to him and reached for a bottle. He took a quick breath inhaling the smell of lilacs. Then slowly closed the door and brushing his arm over her shoulder, and watching in silent delight shiver.