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June 17th, 1980
Paris Opera Ballet - Sometime in the late afternoon
"Sirius!", a cold nasty voice snapped.
Goosebumps grew on the boys pale skin. Sirius had no time to fool, the next day he would have a photo shoot for the Dance Magazine.
"You look like flopping cow.", Walburga hissed.
That was a normal insult you would hear in the studio. Sirius fixed his posture and swallowed hard. Sirius enjoyed ballet, but it didn't even matter if he did because everyone in his family has done ballet. Walburga Black, the boys mother was a Prima Ballerina at the Paris Opera Ballet every little girl went mental to be like her. In Sirius' eyes this was a hobby he enjoyed, but to the whole world this was some kind of "destiny". Sirius' photographs were all around Paris, "Child prodigy, 12th generation Black blows Paris away." Sometimes the only thing Sirius thought he got out of Ballet was the new insults.
As his mother walked away, a high voice snickered. Regulus Black, the young boy smirked at his older brother and whispered.
"Flopping cow..", Reggie said under his breath.
Their mother quickly turned around raising an eyebrow, the boys looked away synced. Thankfully, Walburga didn't yell at Regulus for the distraction, instead she bickered french nonsense at Pierre, the underpaid pianist.
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Sirius threw the flimsy bag that contained Reggie's tights over his shoulder. The taller boy rolled his eyes at Regulus and looked at him.
"You dumbass stop getting Pierre in trouble! Mother is going to fire him soon and he's the only nice pianist we've had!", Sirius muttered angrily.
Regulus twirled his short hair and glared at Sirius, "No! Henri was nice!"
Sirius stopped to look at Regulus in confusion, "You stole his glasses to pretend you were ancient, put them on his seat, and he sat down."
Regulus fully ignored his older brother and skipped away. "What a fucking dick", he thought. Sirius looked out the window, it was foggy in Paris that day so he hadn't been outside yet. But something caught his eye, a sandy colored Peugeot parked outside of the building. At this moment Sirius didn't know whether the man who stopped out was a human stick bug, or sickly tall and lean. It was definitely the second option, a man with brown curls, a suit that didn't fit him very right, and a big boxy camera over his neck was being escorted inside the building by Sirius' father. There was hardly any visitors at the Ballet. Then it clicked, the human stick bug man was a photographer. Sirius photographer for the Dance Magazine, although this man looked a bit too poor for a Dance Magazine photographer.
Sirius looked in front of him, no Regulus. Shit. Thought Sirius, he began to run down the stairs still in his dance attire. Once he gone downstairs he was greeted with a surprise. It wasn't a flopping cow, it was the lanky photographer Sirius had seen outside.
"Sirius!", muttered a voice with a heavy french accent. Orion Black was repeatedly tapping his leg informing Sirius to stand beside him.
Without even thinking Sirius ran off to give Reggie what he deserved.
"MERDE!", Orion yelled. The boy kept on running.
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The Black Family Residence - Sometime in the Late night
Sirius' stomach was empty. After running for Regulus, the whole Paris Opera Ballet had apologized to the photographer. Except Sirius, Sirius was known for being impulsive and because it hurt relationships involving him and his family his mother tried to stop it. This involved cruel discipline.
"No food for the week!", Walburga screeched as she slammed the door to the closet and locked it.
The Black brothers have had several appearances in this closet, this time only Sirius was in there. He visits it the most. He would only be brought out for one thing, ballet.
"It was all Reggie's fault, if he didn't just act right", Sirius cursed under his breath.
Sirius also has a thing for blaming Regulus, but this time it surely wasn't his fault his dad had acted out in front of the lanky photographer! But no one knew about what went on in the closet, that's the thought that kept Sirius up at night. Would anyone do anything? Who would even care, because Sirius didn't have any friends. He only ever had pedophiles and girls drooling over his pictures, that's the closet he ever got to a friend. Regulus wasn't a friend either, he was the annoying shadow that Sirius had. Sirius' head began to swell from all the thoughts, one being flopping cows, another vein the smushed glasses that Henri sat on. There was another one too, the stick bug photographer. What did that man think of the incident? No, he probably didn't care. Thought Sirius, but on another note what made Sirius throw up a bit in his mouth was the fact that man saw Sirius half naked before in the magazines.
But at this point who hasn't? Sirius has been exploited ever since he could dance. He only ever acknowledged it now. It's nice having attention from others, but it isn't from feeling absolutely nothing from it. Another person Sirius has to put himself out to tomorrow. First thing in the morning Sirius is taking pictures for an upcoming show, Giselle. Sirius liked Giselle because Giselle was tragic but had love. Giselle is so tragic that at the end Giselle kill's herself because she cannot have her true love. He loved romance but never experienced it himself in his twenty years of living. It was something he yearned for, he thought as his eyes shut to sleep.