~So I was hit with a plot bunny and couldn't resist writing it. I do not own Harry Potter, just the plot bunny whom I've named Bobbin. I'm feeling random today. This will be a chapter story. Has not been betaed. All mistakes are my fault, although a few may possibly be spell check's. Enjoy!

Sirius Black had always been a trying child. Today was no different.

She had been made by her parents to visit the LaStrange household with them for tea. She wanted to be anywhere but here. After doing her best to sit still she gave up and began fidgeting. Maybe her mother would send her away if she got too annoying.

To Sirius's dismay her mother just shot her a series of glares throughout the ordeal only to be told to go and play with the younger boy.

Sirius didn't want to play with the boy. He was 10. She was 7. She'd rather play with Regulus.

She finally managed to make herself exit the room to find a lanky looking boy with dark hair and odd looking eyes. The boy forced a smile. He obviously wanted to be doing anything else.

"Hello." said the boy.

"Hi." replied the girl.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Rabastan LeStrange." said the boy politely.

"Sirius Black." she replied uninterested

"You're not very lady like."

"Like you care."

The boy narrowed his eyes. "Your family obviously hasn't taught you how to act proper or politely. Maybe they don't value such things."

Sirius's time with the boy was cut short. Sirius blamed it on him. Sirius Black didn't care if she found some of her family mean or repulsive, no one said those things about them. She was swinging before she had time to stop herself.

A sickening crack sounded through the air and the boy started wailing.

Through her rage Sirius vaguely remembered being grabbed by her mother, who was apologizing, and being pulled through the floo.

She was standing before her mother who was irate.

"Sirius Oriania Black! Why can you just once act like a young lady?! There is no possible excuse for what you did! Why can't you be a good child like your brother?! You never see him act that way and he is a boy! Young ladies are not to speak that way and are to keep their hands to themselves! I want you to apologize the first instant possible to that poor boy! Sirius I do not know what I am going to do with you!"
Her mother continued with her rant. It hadn't been the first time she had hit another child. It was, however, the first time it had broken their nose. She hadn't liked the boy. He was mean. He said mean things. He was downright rude. She didn't like rude boys. She wanted to tell her mother this but in the seven years she had been alive she has never remembered her mother to listen to her. Maybe she would behave if her mother would listen. It never did any good to try to explain her self, defend herself or even argue. She always got punished. Her father was always too busy for her for him to help her.

She supposed she should not argue with her mother. She supposed she should try to convince her mother she felt sorry for punching the 'poor' boy in the face. She supposed she should nod her head and tell her mother that she would apologize. She supposed she should even write the boy and his family a letter of apology. But that was the thing. She wasn't going to do any of those things.

The girl that had been described as a spitfire from the day she was birthed looked her mother. Her blazing stormy gray eyes formed slits and her mouth became a thin line. Her magic crackled around her. The woman in front of her would have marveled at the fact her only daughter had not only inherited her glare, but mastered it, if she herself were not so furious. The woman was almost daring her child to say something, anything.

Sirius took in a breath.

"I will not." she said in an icy tone.

"What did you say young lady?" came the soft deadly tone of her mother.

"I will not!"

"YOU WILL WRITE AN APOLOGY AND YOU WILL GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT AFTER AND STAY THERE UNTIL SUPPER!" screamed the woman, somehow even more angry than before.

"I'D RATHER GO TO BED WITHOUT SUPPER THEN WRITE THAT NASTY BOY A LETTER! I HATE HIM!" screamed the girl.

Walburga's eyes narrowed to a dangerous slit.

"Well then. You will get your wish but will not come back out until I get a letter placed in my hand with an acceptable apology written on it. Now get out of my sight!" said the woman with venom dripping from her words.

The black haired girl glared and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her. If her mother yelled for the behavior she never knew. She had dived into her bed and began to cry into her pillow. Why couldn't her mother at least try to understand? Was it too much to ask for her to listen?

Input is welcome! R&R