Great Hall || Sirius and Doe
Sirius withdrew his arm, inching away from her a little and swinging one leg over the bench so he was straddling it.
“What’s your problem, Doe?” he demanded. He didn’t get it. She’d looked fine a second ago. He was just acting like they normally did: flirty and easy. It peeved him off that Doe was suddenly so snippy and distant. Brow pulled down, Sirius leaned forwards slightly, one arm resting on the table while the other rested on his lap.
“Is this about the other day, in the broom cupboard?” he asked, his voice low. He didn’t try to hide his confusion, or his dislike of being snapped at. So far, Doe had no good reason to be pissed at him, and he wasn’t going to accept her bitchiness unless she had a bloody good excuse.
Doe took another bite, even though what she really wanted to do was just push it away and leave. Emotions or no, she was still hungry and studying was next to impossible when she was hungry. In fact, the hungrier she was, the more likely she was to snap at people and to pick fights. Which, apparently, was already happening. Except that he’d started it! He was the one being all soft, and endearing when it wasn’t appropriate! They were just friends! There was no reason for him to brush her hair, or kiss her forehead, or suddenly give her feather-light kisses on the lips when she didn’t what that! There wasn’t supposed to be any emotions between them, and suddenly, he was throwing them in whenever he wanted.
But then the second she showed any emotion, specifically annoyance, it wasn’t allowed! What the bloody hell? She hated such injustices. She couldn’t find out anything from one person, even though they knew everything about her. She couldn’t fall asleep on her own textbooks, even though they were her own bloody books that had been already bought and paid for. She couldn’t be a little annoyed, even though other people were allowed to rage and destroy a broom cupboard with little or no explanation as to why they had done that.
Doe really, really hated double standards, and hypocrisy, and injustices. Especially when they were aimed at her.
“I don’t have a problem, and the cupboard has nothing to do with this. Nothing happened there. I simply have issue with your manners,” she said coldly in between a few more bites from her plate.
