the_debt_of_time

"I'm a Legilimens too," Mia said smugly, deciding to ignore his piss poor attitude.
"Which is why we're here today."
It had been suspected for a while, but when it was confirmed through an
anonymous source that Voldemort was a skilled Legilimens, the entire Order was
scheduled to be put through the wringer in order to learn at least the basic skills to keep as
many of their secrets as possible from Death Eaters.
Unfortunately, the only known Occlumens or Legilimens—aside from herself and
Dumbledore—that Mia knew about were, in fact, all currently Death Eaters. Bellatrix,
Barty Crouch Jr, Voldemort himself, and the most skilled of them all: Severus Snape.
Thankfully, it turned out that Edgar Bones and Emmeline Vance were fairly adept at one
skill or the other and, therefore, the Order was separated into groups to be educated. Mia
had been given the young Aurors. She felt it was a purposeful move against her by Moody,
who appeared to have been pleased by Sirius's angry reaction during one of the meetings
where they announced her secret set of skills.
Sirius, in an epic tantrum, had barely spoken a kind word to her since.
"Should we leave you two alone?" Frank asked hesitantly, glancing between Mia and
Sirius as they glared at one another.
"No," Mia snapped. "Moody wanted the Order taught Occlumency, and you're my
group, so I'm going to teach you bloody Occlumency." The tone of her voice was clipped
and impatient. In the end, she knew this tension between them was only going to hurt
Sirius considering it was his mind she would soon be digging into. "Of
course, someone wouldn't have to bother with this if he'd listened to me and learnt it on his
own years ago when I fucking told him to!"
"Oh, like you knew we would need this in the future!" Sirius yelled back, standing
up and advancing toward her.
Mia stood her ground, not intimidated in the slightest. She looked up at him smugly,
knowing that even if he was angry enough to hurt her—which she knew he never would—
the Soul Bond prevented him from even trying. All this posturing was just that: a display.
A really good display considering that Alice and Frank were shifting uncomfortably on the
sofa.
"Really, we could just step outside," Alice mumbled.