[HP] Pirate Radio and White Album

Quentin sympathized with the little wizard who was dumped by the goddaughter.

"Aren't you still in the same school?" Quentin gave him a suggestion, "Don't bother her. Don't walk around her skirt like a dog, otherwise, you will be completely hated."

The little wizard looked at Quentin and said nothing.

"Oh, you know that."

"My friend..." Sirius stared blankly at the sea level. The sea was pitch black in the middle of the night. He could tell from the sound that today's sea breeze was a bit strong, and it wasn't the calm covered by the night. "He likes a girl and has chased her for several times. Years, but the effect is not very good, on the contrary, she has always been hated by her..."

"Do you know why Mark hates boys your age?" Quentin and Sirius chatted about the DJ on Pirate Radio, "Because boys of this age are arrogant, arrogant, self-righteous, and full of obscenity s things……"

"You all love Vivian."

"Yes," Quentin said, "before she was born, we were going to go our separate ways. But when she was born, even her voice changed..."

Quentin stopped.

"You're just a kid, girl...wouldn't like a kid. No matter how old he is."

Sirius took a closer look at Quentin. He was holding a cigarette in his hand, and his clothes looked a little wrinkled. He didn't know why he suddenly said these words to himself.

However, the little wizard knew that this person was more like recalling the regrets that happened in the past than giving himself advice.

I don't know if he is trying to make up for his regrets, or if he is melancholy about the past.

"In short." Quentin stood up, "Growing up is a very painful thing. First of all, you have to realize one thing, not if you love a girl, try to do something, and the other party will definitely like you .Secondly, if you don’t grow up, you won’t even have the chance to try.”

"It's all nonsense."

"If you don't do it, it's nonsense. To be honest, why don't you solve your own family problems first?" Quentin lit a cigarette, "Don't you even contact your family?"

"We fell out."

"Oh," Quentin said, "bad."

"Yes." Sirius finished the wine in the bottle and finally asked Quentin, "Why are you here?"

"I can't put a drunk on the deck alone. No one will know if it falls." Quentin's answer was very simple, "Do you understand?"

"Haha...that's ridiculous." Sirius threw the bottle into the sea, "My mother, because I chose Gryffindor instead of Slytherin, our whole family is Slytherin, just me Gryffindor, she hated me for five years, we fought all those years... She never asked me if I was happy, never cared!"

"Oh, family tradition. That's true." Quentin took another cigarette, and threw the remaining cigarette butt into the empty cigarette case.

"I heard about the sorting ceremony of the magic school." Quentin smoked a cigarette, chatting with Sirius about this topic, "It doesn't decide anything. It also doesn't decide who you will make friends with. Anyway, it matters It's your life."

"I thought……"

"What?" Quentin said, "This is your choice. Your mother is hating you now, isn't she just waiting for you to go back? She has always left you a path to regret, but, I don't think you need this."

"Why do you talk like you know everything?"

"Everybody was young."

Quentin didn't feel relieved until Sirius returned to the house.

Sirius thought he couldn't fall asleep, but as soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

The next day, a hangover headache and a blustery storm turned the trip to the train station into a total disaster.

Umbrellas were useless, and the three young wizards cast a Rain Charm and a Drying Charm on everyone, and everything for school was stuffed into boxes that had been shrunken.

Mark cursed and drove the boat to send the three wizards to the shore in the storm, and there was the cook Marina on board.

Marina went to buy canned food.

The five people were talking on the boat, and Marina took the bread wrapped in oiled paper and stuffed it to Mark.

"Let three kids eat in the car."

"What about motion sickness?" Mark asked, but Marina just gave Mark another oil-paper packet.

Mark herded the three kids into the back of the SUV and got into the driver's seat.After that, he threw two oil-paper bags to Vivian.

"Vivi, when you're old enough, get a driver's license." Mark shouted, "I hate driving."

Vivienne opened the oiled paper bag and divided the three portions of the food inside.

"But you're the only one with a driver's license."

"Damn it, I didn't even have breakfast."

"Marina actually gave the tea leaves, where did we get the cups to make black tea?" Vivienne was stunned, "Oh my God."

"Look back, look in the glove box." Mark stepped on the gas pedal again, "Damn it, this rain is not—"

He stopped at a red light.

Sirius found the glove box stuffed under the back seat, and dug out a set of cheap-looking black tea cups from it.

"Where's the hot water?" Vivienne asked again, and Severus took out a thermos from his suitcase, which was also slipped by Marina.

Marina has been responsible for filling the bellies of everyone at the pirate radio station since more than ten years ago, taking care of Vivienne like a doting mother, and doting on Severus who lost his parents.

Including Sirius, under her "I think you are hungry" care, she has never experienced enthusiasm.

"Marina." Vivienne sighed, threw the tea into the thermos, waited for a while, and poured tea into the cups of the three of them.

"Where's mine?" Mark asked from the driver's seat. "My breakfast?"

Vivienne opened another oiled paper bag, stuffed it into Mark's meat sandwich, and poured him a cup of tea and put it aside.

Mark ate the sandwich and drank the cold tea in one gulp.

"Rainy day, keep warm."

After shouting, Mark drove back again.

The moment they stepped into the station, the three separated.

Without looking at each other again, they walked into platform nine and three-quarters.

Sirius found James in the car with the owl caught in the wild.

Under the protection of Mr. Potter, this owl is even more extraordinary.

Sirius looked at the owl and thought of the owl hunting with Vivienne and Mark that night.

Mark is in charge of the lookout. He claims to be "over the age of catching owls", but in fact he and Vivian are the only ones catching owls.

"How did the pet store in Diagon Alley catch these owls? Could it be that there are more owls than the Harker government disclosed?" Vivian, who complained about the government, stood up in the field, and the dim moonlight shone on her. If there is a ray of moonlight on the tip of her hair, she can be seen, then she is like the only light source in this dark field.

Maybe go out into the forest to catch the owl.

But the owls weren't just in the forest either, and eventually, after waiting, the owl, which had come to catch the field mice, was caught by them.

"Sirius, are you alright?"

Under James' concern, Sirius knew he should say "it's okay", but in the end he could only say, "I don't know."

After arriving at Hogwarts, after the usual sorting ceremony and dinner, Sirius glanced at Ravenclaw's position when he left the long table.

Vivienne wearing a robe looks like any girl from the Eagle Academy, with a tall plaid, and blue decorations dotted the breasts below her slender and beautiful neck.

"Our family went to France for the summer vacation." Vivienne's seventh-grade girl who was traveling with her chatted with her about the holiday topic, "Aren't the pins bought in France good-looking? Muggle crafts are really good."

Vivian left with her.

"Siris, what are you looking at?" James followed Sirius' gaze, and there was no one there.

"Nothing." Sirius turned his head and gave an answer full of lies.

James should have pressed on, but he saw Lily Evans.

He just forgot all about it.

Lupine just watched Sirius, knowing that his friend was not as calm and unconcerned as he appeared.

"Sirius," Lupine caught up to Sirius, "are you free later? Shall we chat?"

Sirius decisively rejected this good proposal.

"No, I'm fine."

Many things happened in the sixth grade, such as Sirius, who became a black dog, and three friends went on an adventure together on the night of the full moon.

He almost forgot about Vivienne, but occasionally the Beatles songs would play in his mind, and he would watch the moon and the waves in a daze on the platform of the pirate radio station.

All of this seems very interesting, and all of this seems to have happened in a distant era.

On Christmas Eve, James invited Sirius to his home for Christmas.

"I mean..." James said, "my mother said, if you want..."

"No, I stay in school."

So, they parted again.

The Christmas banquet this time was lackluster, and the only interesting thing was that Severus Snape was picked on by the senior Slytherin.

"Oh, this is really interesting." Sirius couldn't help but say, "Slytherin's own internal strife, it seems that I don't have to do it, right? Snotling?"

Severus jerked his wand out and pointed a spell at the senior student.

A large amount of blood splashed out from the opponent's severed arm.

Severus took out a bottle of potion from his pocket expressionlessly, and poured it on the opponent's wound. The wound stopped bleeding, leaving only a hideous wound.

But all of this blocked the screams that echoed throughout the corridor.

"I think," his voice sounded slow and careless, but Sirius knew it was Quentin's tone when dealing with legal matters, "you should now know why I didn't accept the invitation."

Severus looked at the weak with disdain, as if he was naked in the ice and snow.

He left without even looking at Sirius.

God has no shadow.

Sirius memorized the spell.

Does Vivian know that her cousin is so dangerous?

Dangerous enough to be a good Slytherin template.

Sirius had selectively forgotten about the fact that Vivienne sang every year before the end of the last exam of the final exam.

That delayed spell is more dangerous than a spell that manifests its effects directly.

He wandered the Hogwarts towers during the late-night curfew hours, and James kept his family's Invisibility Cloak for himself.

Very polite.But he might be scolded by Mr. Potter when he got home.

Sirius walked to the Astronomy Tower.Without the event map, he knew Vivienne would be there.

Vivienne sat on the blanket, and there were many small parts scattered on the blanket.

"Sirius." Vivienne put a bearing through a metal casting, as if trying to figure something out, "Do you want something to drink? However, I only have black tea here."

"Is there nothing to eat?" Sirius didn't ask why Vivienne knew he was coming, nor why she knew all this without raising her head, "Shall I go to the kitchen to get some snacks?"

"Get some more fruit."

"no problem."

So Sirius ran down the corridors of Hogwarts, found the entrance to the kitchen, scratched the pear, and received warm hospitality from the house-elves.

"Yes, yes, please, I'd like a snack... do you have caramel biscuits? Oh, and finger biscuits, they're great, and some more fruit, please... grapes and bananas? Yes, if you can Better yet, peel the grapes and put them in a bowl."

So Sirius got everything he wanted.

When he came back, Vivian had already assembled a half-finished piece. Sirius took off his invisibility cloak, put the food plate on the blanket, and ate finger biscuits with Vivian.

"This is the leftover tea leaves from the beginning of school." Vivienne told Sirius, "This is the last bit."

"Are you going to finish drinking alone?"

"No." Vivian turned the casting in her hand, took out a screwdriver, and screwed the screw on it, "I'm waiting for you."

… Sirius clenched his teeth, feeling like a loser being played at his fingertips.

"If, if you... don't like me." Sirius squeezed out the words from between his teeth and the tip of his tongue, "Don't say anything about being friends. I don't want to be friends with you."

"How old are you, Sirius?" Vivienne turned the casting 90 degrees again and pasted something on it, "I'll graduate this year."

"Oh, so?"

The sinking heart was lifted up again.

"I raised a puppy when I was a child, and he was only a little big." Vivienne even stopped the assembly work in hand, and gave Sirius a size, "However, he was bitten to death by a mouse."

"so?"

"Even a dog will be killed by a mouse."

"It's just—" Sirius looked into Vivienne's caramel-colored eyes, and stopped speaking, "You know?" His voice became very soft, like a whisper.

"Whipping Willow." Vivienne said, "I didn't see this plant in the year I was in school. It is not a native species of the Forbidden Forest. So, there must be some reason for the school to introduce this non-native species. 'Invasive species' of its origin."

"That's it? You know it?"

Vivian stopped what she was doing, her work was done.

She held the egg-like oval casting in her hand.

"Do you remember asking me why I took you home?"

"Yes."

"I had a dog named Sirius—"

Sirius turned into an Animagus.

It was a half-grown black dog, which threw Vivienne down.

Vivian, who was lying on the soft blanket, couldn't hold back, hugged the dog in her arms, and stroked the dog vigorously.

"Growing up is a very painful thing." Vivien hugged the big dog panting, "Siris, people will change in the process of growing up."

She looked at the dazed eyes of the big dog, and rubbed the dog's head vigorously.

"Sirius, don't be bitten to death by rats."

Gryffindor didn't understand Ravenclaw's riddle.

It's as if Godric didn't know why Rowena hid the fact that her daughter had left.

"Vivi, are we reconciled?"

"When did we fight?"

"Vivi, are we still dating?"

"You can ask this question again after I graduate."

"Oh, so we agreed?"

"Yes. It's done. Before—"

"Can I kiss you?"

"..."

"..."

"...I don't think you need my answer now, do you?"

"I think."

"No, you don't want to."

Sirius reluctantly left.

On Christmas morning, he received the egg-shaped casting that Vivienne had made.The egg is coated in gold and comes with a "twist" note.

He did so.

The eggs were opened, layer upon layer like a rose.Inside came the Beatles song EveryLittleThing.

"When I'm walking besideher, People tell me I'mlucky..."

"Vivi..."

In the bedroom where he was alone, Sirius was as happy as a bird in love.

Every little thing shedoes, shedoes form, yeah.

And you know the things shedoes, Shedoes forme, oooh.

The little bird flew up to the clouds and never came down again.