Great Hall || Sirius and Doe
Sirius’ eyes flashed and he shook his head, stepping forwards so he could hiss at Doe. He didn’t like the idea that everyone else could hear what was being said. It was their private business for Merlin’s sake, whatever was happening.
“I’m acting like an arse? You’re the one who’s acting like a fat woman PMSing without her chocolate! I wasn’t flicking that mud anywhere near you,” he said lowly, pushing down most of his anger. After weeks of anger and worry and negative emotions, finally having his feelings under control again was heavenly. He wasn’t about to let go of that.
“And I was trying to be a gentleman,” he continued, his voice raised a little. Not enough so that the whole Great Hall could hear him, but just so his point would come across. “You know, like I was rais—” he stopped and stepped back, clearing his throat and turning his eyes to Doe’s icily.
“Like I was raised,” he finished, his voice firm. He wasn’t going to deal with her right now. Doe was unreasonable, bitchy, and he couldn’t give a hoot. Without saying anything else, Sirius turned on his heel and stamped away, shoving a group of fifth years aside a little roughly. People were staring, probably. Sirius didn’t care. He wanted to run, but he didn’t have enough time until he had to meet Peter. Hell if Doe’s ridiculous outburst was going to stop him showering right now, though.
Doe inhaled sharply at his insult. How dare he! Why the fuck was it that whenever a woman was angry, it was “that time of the month”? God damn it, she would make him pay for this. As much as she hated double standards, she hated stereotypes. She hated sexism. She wanted nothing more than to join some of the feminist protests she’d heard of happening in the muggle world. Hell, the wizarding world needed them just as much as their muggle counterparts! Women were still expected to become assistant healers. They were still expected to become secretaries to the more senior ministry officials. They were expected to marry and pop out little wizards and witches.
Dorcas said no to that bullshit. Absolutely not. She would never let herself be outdone by a man, no matter who it was or what the situation was. She would not let such a sexist, misogynistic insult pass by her without consequence. She was going to stand her ground, even if it was Sirius. Even if they had been friends since… well, seemingly since they entered the castle together.
Doe picked up her back and stormed after him, pushing past the still recovering fifth years and possibly knocking one over. Whatever. They’d deal with it. She followed him out of the Great Hall and into the corridor, still fuming. Finally, she was forced to run after him (bloody hell, she hated being short) so that she could grab him by the arm.
“Hey! What the bloody fuck was all that? You don’t get to just storm away after saying all of that to me!” she snapped rather loudly.