Sirius smiled at Emmeline, wincing at the sharp pain in the forefront of his skull as soon as he did it. “Dammit,” he cursed before composing himself once again. “It is no one’s fault but my own though, no matter if I was or was not a good person. I wasn’t what they wanted me to be.” It was a sad life in the Black family, but he was probably the only one who thought that way; he was the only one that Walburga had lashed out at and ever physically hurt, even if his bitch of a mother had manipulated the whole family every single day of her life. A surge of pure hatred swept through him while thinking about her and he turned towards the wall and pulled his fist back.
If his mind wasn’t so hate-clouded and hungover then he probably would’ve thought about the pros and cons of punching a brick wall. The sickening crack of his knuckles was almost worse than the pulsating pain that burst in his head with the impact. He felt like fireworks had been let off inside of his head and surely he was just going to faint, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled his arm back shakily to examine the stupidity. “Sorry,” he said offhandedly towards Emmeline as his whole body shook with emotion and physical pain. “Really sorry.”
“Sirius, it’s their fault. Just because you don’t fit in the demented mold they wanted you to doesn’t mean you failed anyone. They failed as parents and—” She stopped short. The anger in Sirius’ eyes took her off guard. A moment ago, he had been far more dejected (along with suffering the effects of a serious hangover) than angry. Now he looked completely livid.
If Emmeline’s wits had been more about her, she probably would have tried to stop him. As it was, she didn’t realize what was happening until it was far too late. His arm pulled back and his fist slammed hard into the brick wall. She winced as she heard the bones crack in protest of the collision. Other students were now watching, pointing and whispering. Sirius appeared to be experiencing a mixture of both emotional trauma and extreme physical discomfort. Shooting an angry glare at the gossiping students, she grabbed Sirius by the shoulder and started to lead him out of the hall.
“Come on,” she said gently. “I can fix your hand. And the hangover. But let’s get you out of here first.”
Glad that she accepted his offer, he was happy that he didn’t end up falling (somehow) when helping her up. Peter honestly needed to take it easy. Kids his age were partying and having fun and kissing the opposite gender and kissing the same gender and being normal. Peter, on the other hand, was not normal. He couldn’t even properly talk to a girl. He practically needed classes on this stuff.
“O-oh, okay. I’m glad you’re alright.” He mentally wiped sweat off his forehead. Like commanded from Emmeline, Peter took a deep breath. He needed that. He silently said thanks, by smiling at her. “Well, I was reading this book. I can’t remember exactly what it was about, now that I think about it.”
Wormtail crouched down and gave the book a look. “Oh, right. Herbology,” he thought out loud. He closed up the book and held it in a loose arm, standing up again. “And then, it got all tiring and I just wanted a break, so.. I just kinda.. fell asleep there..” Peter scratched the back of his head with a free hand. “Yeah, I’m not very smart. Sorry again ‘bout that.”
Once she was back on her feet, Emmeline brushed her robes off and straightened up. Peter was babbling a little bit, which made her feel sort of bad. He was a nice kid, he just got nervous and scared quite frequently. And she did feel guilty for having tripped over him. He had been lying on the floor, but it still wasn’t exactly very kind of her to have almost stepped on him.
“Herbology is kind of boring sometimes,” she conceded, attempting to lessen the awkwardness of the situation. “Sorry I almost stepped on your pancreas. I didn’t expect anyone to be there. But no harm, no foul, I suppose. Or at least I think that’s how that saying goes. I don’t really know, Mary used it once. But, anyway, don’t even worry about it, Peter. You aren’t stupid, just tired, apparently.” Emmeline’s lips turned up in a kind smile. Now she was the one babbling a little, but at least it may put him at ease. At least, she hoped it would.
Aaron sent a small smile in her direction, “Well, I’ll just wait down here for you if you’d like to get ready first.”
He ran his hand through his hair once again before walking over to the lounging chair by the fireplace, looking intently at the portrait above the mantel. Something seemed out of place and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, perhaps it was his nightmare that was messing with his head, but, nevertheless, something was out of place.
“Oh, right,” Emmeline said, recalling her ratty hair and altogether disheveled appearance. “It’ll just take me three minutes, a hairbrush, and a shirt that didn’t spend the night on the common room floor.”
She then took her leave, strolling purposefully up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. Just before the common room was out of sight, she saw that Aaron had settled himself in a large chair and was staring very intently at something just above the fireplace. It seemed a little odd to her, but she would ask him about it once she can back down and didn’t look like she’d just taken on a mountain troll.
Trying to be quiet as possible so as not to wake her roommates, Emmeline opened up her trunk and grabbed some clothes at random. Once she was dressed, she ran a brush once through her unruly hair, making it at least presentable enough for the Great Hall, and then threw the brush back into her suitcase and shut it. She then made her way back downstairs.