Le Sigmas
After the ceremony, Siriussy, having no family like the emo broken teen he was, was led by Sigma Dumbledore— “Please, call me Albus” — to the Sigma dormitories, for Sigmas in training, it was significantly smaller than say the Beta dorms, but it already felt like home with its polished gold exterior and wooded interior. It felt cosy like a ski lodge, only Siriussy had never been skiing because that does not exist in this world.
(A/N: Think The Giver.)
Siriussy sat in his cosy dorm, one of five, which he did not share with anyone as there was no need, thinking of the mysterious boy he had bumped into earlier. He had appeared to be a year or so older, but Siriussy could not place him from any past ceremonies. Siriussy wondered if they would ever run into each other again. Titleless Jame. What an enigma.
He woke up the next morning to some wild banging on the wall adjacent to his. One of his few neighbours must’ve been doing some step aerobics.
Siriussy sat up, he might as well go down to breakfast if his neighbours were going to be so loud. He walked over to his gold gilded drawers containing his few possessions, anything that Alpha Walburga had decided to send his way out of the “kindness” of her heart. More like spring cleaning, Siriussy thought, rolling his eyes.
He pulled on his newest Sigma robe on top of a plain white tee (A/N: haha, geddit) and skinny jeans. Those skinny jeans were uncomfortable as fuck, but Alpha Walburga loved to see him suffer and he wasn’t about to go pantless in front of the Sigma Court. Whatever, he thought and he exited his cosily gilded room in those fucking skinny jeans.
(A/N: His ass looks fat in them jeans.)
Siriussy was walking down those beautiful golden steps (they were slippery, but only the best for the Sigmas) when some kid with stank ass black hair hanging over his giant sniffer shoved right into him, causing Siriussy to tumble down the seven flights of stairs. He rolled down those stairs until Sigma Albus caught him with his old man toes and kicked him into the air like a hacky sack, stopping him finally in the crevice between his ankle and toned calves.
“Careful there, young Sigma, don’t go dying on day one,” the older man chuckled. Siriussy got up and huffed, brushing off his now-dusty robes.
“No problem, sir, only that grease-ball shoved me,” Siriussy shot up the stairs at the now cackling witch-looking ass bitch.
“I’m sorry that you’re blind and couldn’t read the sign that clearly states people going down stay to the left,” Grease-ball called back.
“Well, I’m sorry to say, you have to read the signs around here. Just pay more attention next time, yes?” Siriussy nodded solemnly at the older Sigma. “In the meantime, you should probably get those cuts checked out at the Med Center.”
Siriussy looked down at his arms which were surprisingly bleeding. He hadn’t even noticed the cuts happening while he was tumbling.
“Uh, yeah, where is that, exactly?” Sigma Black rolled his shoulders back, testing his emo-broken veins. Sigma Dumbledore gave him directions and he was off.
It took about thirty minutes, a lot of blood loss, and a starving stomach, but he arrived at the sterile white room in one piece. It was polished and bright and, unlike the rest of these dorms, pure white and silver. It didn’t fit the vibe of the Sigma Dorms, but it did fit the doctor aesthetic.
Siriussy stood there for a second, looking around. He saw no one, but maybe they were in the back? So, like a dumbass, he swung open the lunch-room-looking door at the back of the cleanly room and slammed right into a heated makeout session between two…boys!
Siriussy was not homophobic, in fact, he was quite gay himself, but the thing that surprised him most about these two boys kissing was that one of them was Jame! Siriussy had no idea that Jame was a Sigma. He had no idea that Jame worked at Sigma Dorms!
“Jame?” Siriussy gasped, then quickly clapped his hand over his eyes, not wanting to stare.
“Oh, uh, Samussy, right?” Jame sounded breathless and slightly annoyed.
“Siriussy,” Siriussy corrected.
“You can look now, mate,” The other boy said. Siriussy uncovered his eyes to reveal two flustered-looking boys.
“Don’t say anything about this, yeah, Siriussy? Us Sigmas aren’t supposed to, y’know, inbreed.” Jame patted Siriussy on the shoulder, manoeuvring around him so he was left alone in the backroom with the other guy.
“Banjo.” The other boy nodded at him and made the same manoeuvre as Jame did.
Siriussy spun on his heel and followed the two boys back into the main room of the infirmary.
“So, Siriussy, what brings you here? Looking to buy some…” Jame lowered his voice, “Vegetables?”
“What?” Siriussy quickly glanced from Banjo to Jame, trying to find any sense that they were joking. It didn’t appear they were.
“No, no, I’m here because I fell down the stairs.” Siriussy held up his bleeding arms. Banjo’s eyes went wide and his face paled.
Jame looked over at his companion. “Oh, sorry about him, he’s a bit…squeamish. Anyways, I’ll take you back and we can get those cuts checked out, yeah?”
Siriussy nodded and followed Jame— giving Banjo a wide berth— into the same room where he had just been shoving his tongue down Banjo’s throat.
“So just take a seat here,” Jame said, pointing to a paper-covered table, “And I’ll fix you up.”
“Thanks,” Siriussy sighed, taking a seat on the table, the paper crinkling loudly underneath him.
“So,” Jame began, taking an alcohol wipe to Siriussy’s cuts, “what happened anyway?”
“Some greasy bitch shoved me down the stairs.” Siriussy winced as Jame pressed the wipe to his arm.
“Any chance his name was Snerverus?” Jame smirked, moving on to Siriussy’s other arm.
“I dunno, probably,” Siriussy winced again, the left arm’s cuts being particularly deep. “But with a nose like that, he might as well have been named Snivellus.”
Jame chuckled. “I like that. You’re funny, Siriussy.”
Siriussy found himself blushing, but that quickly went away as Jame stabbed him with a needle. “OW! What the fuck, Jame?!”
“Oh, sorry, mate. I forgot to mention you’re getting stitches. Heh,” Jame explained apologetically. Jame continued with the stitches in silence, the pain being far too much for Siriussy to continue chatting.
“Thanks, mate,” Siriussy said, slowly getting to his feet, his newly wrapped forearms throbbing.
“Well, it’s my job, so anytime, Siriussy. It was nice to actually meet you properly.” Jame held out his hand, and Siriussy scoffed, glancing down at his mangled arms. Jame laughed, remembering the stitches he had just administered and led Siriussy out.
Banjo was sitting on one of the waiting room chairs, nursing a headache. “Sorry for that, I’m not great with blood.”
“Mate, you literally work in the infirmary,” Jame teased, giving Banjo a little bop to the head, causing his nose to immediately start gushing blood. “Shit, mate.”
“Aw, thanks a lot!” Banjo was immediately up, grabbing the closest tissues to stop the flow of the blood.
“I’ma go…” Siriussy said, slowly slipping out of the infirmary and leaving the quarrelling boys to their own devices.
If there’s one thing he’s learned so far it’s that life’s going to be difficult these next couple of weeks and only the strong will survive. Let the games begin, Snivellus.