Cake (open)

There was still more than half a slice of chocolatey goodness left on his plate, but Sirius had already decided he would be having another piece of cake. The night shift team would probably just throw it out, anyway. It had already been sitting out most of the day, uncovered except for a pink cardboard box that hadn’t been shut properly by the time Sirius came in. He was doing them all a favor by eating the lion’s share of the leftovers. No one would want stale cake, even if the frosting was still just as delicious as it had been seven hours ago. He shoveled a big bite into his mouth, colorful sprinkles dusting his lips as a familiar face entered the room.

The brunette wasted no time letting it be known that she was good to go; swaying her hips as she strutted the short distance to where he was sitting at the circular table, running her hands along his muscular shoulders before plopping her pert behind right on the table in front of him, missing his plate of cake by mere inches. He licked the sprinkles from his lower lip as she explained she was looking for Kit. He was definitely not Kit. “You’re not the first person to tell me that,” he replied cheekily.

Leaning back in his chair, fork still in hand, Sirius watched as Nott crossed her slender legs one over the other, tantalizing him but he knew better than to touch. She asked about his training. He wasn’t above calling himself out for mucking up the lesson today, in fact he had plans to ring Remus up and tell him the whole thing in excruciating detail – Meadowes’ arse included – over beers later this evening, but he decided on a different route. “Brilliantly,” he lied without letting on. “Top of the class, as expected. I’ve a knack for this hero thing.” He gave her a wink. “Agent Humbert says it’s not likely I’ll be here for three full years.” What Humbert had actually said was that if Sirius kept slacking off and sabotaging himself, that he wouldn’t make it to his third year, let alone through it. Sirius was optimistic though. If he could become an animagi while still in school, then he could finish the bloody Auror training. Hopefully.

Her words, meant to be encouraging, had the opposite effect, though Sirius didn’t let on. If Agent Humbert was never wrong, it meant Sirius wasn’t likely to become a full-fledged Auror. But he wasn’t going to let a flirty little minx dampen his spirits, even if said minx had made it through the auror training in record time and had no qualms about telling Sirius off for goofing around. And he definitely wasn’t going to sulk about his future when there was cake and long legs sitting right in front of him. “How could I pass up an offer like that?” he smirked, still watching her from his reclined position, the chair beneath him teetering on its two rear legs.

Sirius would easily forgo Evangeline’s offer to be his training partner, partly because sporting a semi wasn’t conducive to dueling – magical or physical – but also because he wasn’t a bloody idiot. Usually. Before leaving his parents’ home, Sirius had been forced to partake in as much of their lifestyle as they could ram down his throat and that included sitting in on those insufferable pureblood parties the Blacks deemed to be the epitome of high class. Theo and Talia Nott were friends of his parents, and any friend of the Blacks was an enemy to Sirius. Their children included. It was just harder to actually say ‘no’ when their spawn sat there in front of him, a hot dish ready to be eaten and his fork was empty.

Merlin, this witch was such a predictable pureblooded heiress. “I’m sure I won’t be able to not think about it.” Sat in front of easily one of the best looking wizards in the whole bloody Ministry and she was talking about losing weight. Sure, there was a heavy overture of shagging involved in her words, but it was just so bloody predictable. All of it. It was exactly what his mother would have said to one of the caterers when she thought no one was listening, because gods forbid you ever not think about your figure, even when you’re trying to shag the hired help at your own party. Sirius had a phenomenal metabolism, allowing him to eat practically whatever he wanted without getting pudgy, not like poor Wormtail who would have had two bites of this cake and had to unbuckle his trousers. Peter had the body of a toddler, Remus of an old hobo, leaving Sirius and James the two Lotharios of the group. With James going off and marrying Evans, that really only left Sirius as the desirable, eligible bachelor between the Marauders. Not to say Remus and Peter weren’t attractive, they simply had an unconventional look about them neither of them were what you’d call a lady’s man. He wouldn’t kick either of them out of bed because, as he’d told all of his friends at one point or another, they were animals. Fuck, he was funny. So many brilliant animagi jokes and he spared not a single one of them on his friends. Evie, on the other hand…

Leaning forward to scoop another bite on his fork, Sirius held the cake up for Evangeline. There was something sexy about a woman eating what was fed to her but Sirius was also curious how far her stuck up views of appearance would allow her to take this flirting. Would she eat the bite he offered her or play coy? He could only keep this up for so long before he’d have to leave out of frustration because there was no way he was going home with what could very well be one of his mother’s spies.