May 28th, 1895 — Hogwarts Coming Out Ball

Anne was almost over her loathing for being here. She had turned her nose and dreaded the day she'd have to attend this ball, but it hadn't been as horrid as she feared. At least her parents weren't here, and she wasn't forced to talk with anyone. Anne mostly floated, grateful, at least, that her mother was practical and hadn't forced Anne to wear something gaudy. Anne had never owned anything but sensible clothing, and the dark green formal dress she wore was no exception. Anne was reasonably sure she was finished growing and would be happy to rewear the same gown for her own ball, if she had a say. Anne would take any control she could over her life when it came to these silly rituals.

She was almost surprised to see Sirius by himself on the edge of the ballroom. As usual, he seemed to be one of the most sought-after people in the room. It bothered Anne less now than it did when she was younger. Sirius wasn't a monster with his popularity; he treated her fairly on the pitch and never let her class or sex serve as an excuse to talk down to her. She respected that. Enough so, she was compelled to approach him and offer. "Oy, congratulations, Black. You survived."

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Sirius was nearly out of his flask, which was unfortunate for him — he was going to have to send Rex downstairs for another option. Yes, sure, there was champagne — but champagne was boring, and a flask was befittingly roguish for his soon-to-be going on tour.

He was in the middle of a careful sip from the silver vessel when Anne spoke. "Thank you, Moony," he said, "Although I'm shocked you had doubts."

  

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Anne raised an eyebrow at the flask Black so casually sipped. He was already the perfect image of rich, handsome, and bored. It made her want to shake him, just a tad. "I thought death by boredom a real danger at this sort of thing." Anne sniffed, as if the smell of the room offended her.

Turning an eye to Black, and with actual sympathy, Anne wondered aloud. "Bloody hell, you have to tolerate this nonsense the rest of your life, don't you? Hope there's some posh, pureblood quidditch league for you to join at least." Anne's genuine curiosity still bleeding into the need to needle. It wasn't like she'd have the chance much longer.

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Sirius could never tell if Anne Moony actually hated things like this or if she was just pretending to, because she would not be invited to them anymore once they finished school. He shrugged his shoulders at her. "I'm going on tour," he said, casual, "So I doubt I'll have any complaints for some time."

  

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Anne frowned, considering it. "What do you do on tour anyhow? I guess it would be nice to see the world, but don't you do the same thing in a different place? You're going to have to make small talk and chat about the weather, but in different languages." Anne had picked up more French than she meant to, sharing a room with Violet, but their frilly sounds didn't make them any more interesting to Anne.

She eyed the flask again, wondering if she was chatting with Sirius, her former captain, or Sirius, the vain rich boy. One of them might let her take a swig, the other would most likely fear losing status for sharing the drink.

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