[Gryffindors. Sirius can hear them before he sees them. His disdain for them is half disgust and half irritation, and zero parts jealousy. Ages ago, he had, maybe, thought differently, but now--well, he's older now, and he's got more sense.
Enemy territory is no place to stop for a smoke, but like he cares about Gryffindors. They're never a threat, not to him--he's got a load of cleverness and more on his side, and a certain degree of mad, ruthless defensiveness that can't be forgotten. So he leans against one of the posts, quite casually, and gets out his cigarettes. In a moment, he'll shove off and keep looking. The game's only just begun--the quidditch game, yeah, but more what he means is the game with Seraphim Dias, wherever she is.
In fact, he glances around right now, in case she's somewhereabouts.]
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Enemy territory is no place to stop for a smoke, but like he cares about Gryffindors. They're never a threat, not to him--he's got a load of cleverness and more on his side, and a certain degree of mad, ruthless defensiveness that can't be forgotten. So he leans against one of the posts, quite casually, and gets out his cigarettes. In a moment, he'll shove off and keep looking. The game's only just begun--the quidditch game, yeah, but more what he means is the game with Seraphim Dias, wherever she is.
In fact, he glances around right now, in case she's somewhereabouts.]