Sirius Black The Drama Queen
Sirius Black considered himself to be one of a kind. Unique, undefeated, irreplaceable. If you were to ask any of his friends to describe him, each would have something different to say.
Marlene would probably say something along the lines of “Dresses cool as fuck but can never shut up. Honestly, he’s like a toddler who just downed a Red Bull.”
Lily would be kinder, she´d probably tilt her head thoughtfully before saying something about his gentle soul.
Lily: Yeah he can try to hide behind his leather jackets and sunglasses all he wants, but just put a baby or any animal and I mean any animal, from a cute puppy to a slimy snake, and his cold heart will melt. He’s just soft like that.
The Prewett twins, though? They’d cheerfully endorse his recklessness.
Fabian: Sirius? Yeah, he’s a good time. A great time, actually. If you’re ever bored, just call him, and I swear you’ll end up doing the craziest shit. Last time we hung out, we ended up in Atlantic City. Renting a limo. No shoes. Dyed pink hair. And my brother was missing.
Gideon: Black? The best prankster I ever met. He can manage to scare the shit out of you and make you laugh about it.
And don’t even get him started on James or Remus. He knew exactly what his amazing brother and his archnemesis would say about him:
James: Sirius Black is the best person I’ve ever met. He has the gentlest soul, the most amazing heart, the sickest closet—I mean, I could never pull off half the stuff he wears—and he’s just my best friend and brother. I love him and quite literally would give my life for him.
Remus: Sirius black? I have nothing to say about him except that he is the most horrible, annoying, self indulgent, arrogant—beep, beep, beep.
And yet, despite all the varied descriptions of Sirius Black, there was one thing everyone seemed to agree on:
Marlene: The biggest Drama Queen ever.
Lily: Although… he can be very dramatic from time to time.
Regulus: My brother is the most dramatic human being you’ll ever meet.
Fabian: Sirius? Definition of dramatic.
Gideon: If you Google the word ‘dramatic,’ his face will pop up.
James: I mean, yeah, he’s dramatic sometimes, but come on, he was born to be a star. It’s in his name!
Remus: eye roll Mark my words: You will never encounter anyone more dramatic than Sirius Ori- Black.
Sirius was well aware of what people thought of him, and truthfully, he didn’t mind in the slightest. He loved the attention. He loved the parties, dancing topless around his flat—or anywhere, really. He loved yelling and singing out loud, eyeliner smudged across his cheekbones, the growl of his noisy motorcycle beneath him. He loved every pair of eyes on him.
And so what if he was dramatic? For the first sixteen years of his life, he’d been a quiet puppet. Now, he was making up for lost time. If that made people call him dramatic, so be it. He’d soak it all in.
But today?
As Sirius Black hung up the phone on the police officer, he didn’t feel like being dramatic. He didn't feel like throwing himself to the floor, screaming, crying, and throwing things around or even speaking and moving.
For once in his life, Sirius Orion Black didn’t feel like doing anything at all. In fact he didn't feel anything. The world tilted around him, the room spinning in endless circles. His breath caught in his chest, his body frozen in place. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.
Because James Potter—his James—was in an accident.
And Sirius didn’t know if he was okay. He didn’t know anything, everything felt so fake, so unreal, so... meaningless. He had to go to the police station, he had to leave his apartment, he had to grab his keys, he had to do something, anything HE HAD TO BLOODY MOVE.
But he didn't.
He stayed in place, not yelling or laughing or screaming or dancing. He just stood stoic in complete silence as he let the world move around him. Because in his gut Sirius already knew the answer to the question he hadn’t yet dared to ask.