What House Was Sirius Black In Novels & Stories

"You must be cursed; I can't think of another explanation," Nerida sighed as she saw the pathetic state the bedridden Sirius was in. The continuous dangerous situations he kept falling in had given a permanent pale color on the boy's drawn face that made him look even more unhealthy compared to back when he was skinny.

He certainly knew how much she disliked Dana on their first meet. Eira groaned in frustration. “Do I look like a tutor to him? I’d rather be left alone.” ____________ The Black Hall was a dodgy place fit for creatures of the night. It had been more than just a hall once, Nate could tell from the ruins at the front that greeted anyone who visited it. A castle, perhaps, that once belonged to a high lord. Alex claimed it to have belonged to him, but Nate didn’t believe that man. All that remained of it was a hall now with black walls and cracked marble floor beneath a dome-shaped ceiling made of painted glass that let water droplets in every time the clouds wept.

After a moment's contemplation, Sirius removed a black bottle from his pocket. Wayne's expression shifted dramatically. "Mr. Sirius, what are you doing with the family heirloom?" The Monroe family's heirloom wasn't a typical pendant, ring, or token, but this black bottle. Sirius bit his lip. "Go and make the arrangements. I want to host Mr. York tonight." Wayne hesitated, but the acting family head's orders were absolute. He left to invite Frederick. … That night, Sirius held a glass of red wine in the banquet hall of the Imperial Suite.

Rooh's pov: I am standing in front of this huge building and it looks so magnificent. Anyone can tell with their blind eyes how much rich the owner is which is of course the handsome devil standing beside me. The whole building color was black, what's the obsession of this man with black color. Black car, black clothes, black interior of the mansion, black dining table, even the plates and glasses are blank there. Is he a wizard in disguise of a human? Even his heart is black I can bet on it. That's why I already get negative vibes from him.

"And if he's not, Adrian doesn't get another apology instead of justice." By the time Serena turned through the gates of Blackwood Manor, dusk had settled over the grounds. The house was dark. No porch lights. No lamps in the windows. Nothing but the long black outline of the manor and the wet shine of the drive. "Evan?" Serena called as she stepped inside. No answer. She pulled a metal rod from one of the floor displays in the front hall and moved deeper into the dark. I stayed at her shoulder, every instinct in me wound tight.