Prince Sirius Black
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    It was a gala, a celebration for the king who returned home from war victorious. Sirius could care less, he could have been out with his guards, drinking in a tavern and eyeing a bartender enough to get free rounds. But no, he must make a public appearance and remain regal and presentable.

    “Why don’t you have a dance, Sirius.” The queen, Walburga, said– phrasing it as if it had been a question.

    “Alright,” Sirius sighed inwardly, departing from his family.

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