Sirius Black

Nearly 20 | Order of the Phoenix | Curse-Breaker  

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                                                          S I R I U S  B L A C K

“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are”

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❝ — — OH, I KNOW YOU CAN’T. ❞  Davey rearranges easily — — a giving of ground that is otherwise such a rarity — — budging up enough to give Sirius just enough space to settle before they take it right back again, both legs slung over Sirius’ thigh.  ❝ Just as I can’t help being so distracting, of course, that’s my curse.  Please, pity me. ❞

A lazy arm is draped across the back of the couch, a rather SMUG LOOK giving way to something veering even closer to pride with a roll of their eyes.  ❝ CHEEKY. ❞  Between them, the glass - green contents of the jar swim in the light, seeming to MOVE even in a relatively steady hand.  Passiflora incarnata, coddled and cosseted and magicked until it could be DISTILLED for its more … intriguing effects, without the usual necessity of VOLUME.

❝ AND YET — — you’re far too pretty t’ bother with the science, darling, suffice t’ say it’s quite RELAXING in small doses and rather fun in larger ones. ❞  A raised finger interrupts, a - ha !  ❝ You are, as always, my very favorite test subject, so I do hope you won’t mind FILLING ME IN LATER. ❞ 

Sirius laughed as the other adjusted their position and wasn’t at all opposed to the legs now draped over his thigh. “It seems to be a curse we share, so if I pity you I’d have to pity myself and I usually try to avoid that kind of thing.” Davey was such fun, not that Sirius didn’t joke and tease with most of his friends, but Davey gave as good as they got and Sirius appreciated that. 

“Always. You love it.” If he was going to be accused of being cheeky, Sirius was going to own it. He placed his free hand not so innocently over Davey’s legs, though he pretended at innocence because it was all part of the bigger game. The jar was becoming a little distracting and Sirius was eager to try it, though he was well aware he hadn’t actually paid yet in spite of all their conversation around the subject. Davey knew he was good for it, though, so Sirius wasn’t too worried. 

Sirius’ eyebrows went up when he was told about the effects, at least sort of, and he glanced at the vial with renewed interest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He grinned, still cheeky. “I suppose I’ll just have to try it to see what manner of fun you mean.” He chuckled and slid his hand up and down Davey’s legs lightly as if he didn’t realise what he was doing, though of course he did. “I’d be happy to. Though we could always sample it together and see what fun we might have then.” 

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Quidditch Radio || Minerva & Sirius

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Minerva raised an eyebrow at Sirius’ too hopeful prediction on the Harpies’ downfall, honestly she never spoken much about Quidditch with him before; to her mind she could look at him and still see the struggling eleven year old who’d found himself and his friends in the years under her tutelage. Merlin… when had she gotten so old? “Now really Mr. Black, wishing downfall upon people is never a kindly thing. And predictions like that would be better suited to a Divination class rather than a Quidditch commentary.” she said wryly. It was little secret how much she loathed that subject, all faff and no substance. Minerva appreciated skill and practice leading to results, not drinking tea and being creative with guessing what the leaves may resemble. “Although, you may need to rely on such tactics if you’re expecting the Wanderers to pull this mess back.” Maybe she was having a little too much fun at his expense, but she hadn’t had the chance for a simple sporting conversation in some time, so she made the most of it.

And then, as always, it was too soon switched back to her position within the school, “A great deal.” she nodded, “Still, once I’ve officially got the position and a replacement is found I’ll be able to focus further on other pursuits.” Like the Order and bringing down the toe-raged scum who sought to undo the safety of their world. Minerva had been on the sidelines of such events for too long, and no one, not the school-board, Alastor Moody nor You-Know-Who’s spectre would stop her from taking a stand now. She was swiftly booted from such thoughts by the commentator enthusiastically declaring another goal for the Harpies and Sirius’ many expletives. She turned to look at him once more and raised an eyebrow, “You’ve have lost twenty-five points for Gryffindor back in the day with that rant Mr. Black.” she smirked quietly adding an, “Atta’ girls.” to the radio.  

It was a little odd, being in the same organization with Professor McGonagall but being, for all intents and purposes, equals now instead of teacher and student. Granted, while she’d been strict and harsh and she gave him and the other Marauders a lot of detentions in school, she’d still always had Sirius’ respect and she’d still been one of his favourite professors. They’d never really chatted about Quidditch before, aside from knowing which teams the other supported. It was refreshing, if a bit strange. “Wishing downfall upon one’s rival team is perfectly acceptable when it comes to Quidditch. You’d be doing the same thing if our situations were reversed and you know it.” He snorted. “Never was much good at that but I can have dreams, can’t I?” They were far-fetched, he knew, but that had never stopped Sirius from having big dreams before. Sirius groaned and took another calming puff from his cigarette. “Yeah, well, everyone loves an underdog, right? Sometimes they come out on top.” He knew that was unlikely but he was going to keep hoping for it until the match was over. 

Sirius nodded, not sure how she put up with all that tediousness and bureaucracy but kind of admiring her for it at the same time. “Bet that can’t come soon enough for you.” He smiled a little. “What other pursuits, exactly? I’m betting running Hogwarts will take up a lot of time.” He was cursing up a blue streak a few moments later and merely rolled her eyes when she commented on it, though at least a little thrilled that she had no real power to punish him for it here. “Good think we’re not back in the day then, and you know I’d just have won them back for being brilliant in your class.” Sirius had actually been particularly good at Transfiguration. He made a face when she cheered the Harpies on. “Traitor.” 

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Pub Talk || Peter & Sirius

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If you were to ask Peter what his strengths were he honestly couldn’t tell you. Was he a good liar? Perhaps, but that wasn’t something he actively worked at; it was simply a product of keeping secrets since he was a little kid. Even his best friends still didn’t know what had happened to him before they met and he just couldn’t bring himself to tell them. The thing was, they never suspected, nor did they ask, not like how they’d figured out something was up with Remus in their school days, or how Sirius had confided and come to them when his family stuff was too much. Maybe that was Peter’s strength… He just, slipped under the radar when it came to some things. On that train of thought his memories drifted back to a cast charm and the sound of smashing glass before Sirius’ words brought him back to the present.

“Sorry- I-I mean… I know.” Peter said with a start, nodding his head jerkily at the others words and forcing himself to add, “I uhh, I didn’t… How come you’re here anyway? Nothing else going on?” he asked quietly, attempting (non-too subtly) to push the topic away from himself and back on his school friend.  

Peter licked his lips and shook his head just slightly, reaching a hand up to rub the bags under his eyes, “Nothing. Sorry… Out of sorts a little lately, y’know?” Dumbledore’s death had deprived them all of something; the man had been a safety net, someone Peter had hoped he could go to after what had happened… happened, now what was he supposed to do? None of the other’s could protect him, he doubted even further that they’d understand, how could they? Looking up from the untouched glass he smiled slightly as Sirius took up the subject of James’ stag do. “Why does that fill me with more trepidation than it does excitement?” Of them all, James and Sirius were the wildest… Odds were this do would end with at least one (or more) of them in St. Mungos. He tilted his head slightly, “So… I’ll be having four shots instead of two?” Peter quietly deadpanned. His tolerance for booze was hardly stellar, but some part of him liked the freedom being drunk gave, it kept the thoughts at bay… and the dreams, if only for a little while; with that thought in mind he raised his own glass to his lips, taking a small sip.   

Sirius firmly believed they all had strengths in their group, they just varied. Peter was kind and caring, if a little more shy than the rest of them, and adaptable. Remus was kind as well but his real skill lay in planning - when Sirius and James came up with harebrained schemes, Remus was the one who’d always made it work logistically. James was brave and his reckless partner in crime and Sirius was charming and quick on his feet. Altogether they made for a chaotic but powerful combination, as the professors at Hogwarts had well learned. 

He shrugged at the question, taking another drag from his cigarette. “I just happened to get here more or less on time. There’s always something going on with me, Wormtail, you should know that.” Sirius shot him a mischievous smirk, though he was aware of the attempted subject change. “If you want to talk, I’ll listen.” It was said casually but Sirius meant it. If something was up with Peter, Sirius wanted to make it very clear that Sirius would help in any way he could or even just listen if the other was having a hard time. 

Sirius sighed and nodded. “Pretty sure we all are these days, mate.” It was a little more quiet, a little more somber than his mood had been up until this point but again he tried to push that away and the stag conversation was just the thing for it. “Because you have no sense of adventure! At least not right now. It should fill you with excitement because it will be very exciting, mark my words.” Sirius had a few plans up his sleeves and he was fairly certain his friends were going to enjoy them. He laughed at Peter’s comment and nodded, taking another sip of his drink. “Exactly. Though you’ll really have to step it up for the stag, it being a special occasion and all. All goes according to plan, none of us will be even close to sober by the end of the night.” James didn’t drink, true, but he got high and Sirius had no doubt his friend would partake for his stag do. “The real challenge will be keeping James away from Lily for a whole night and trying to keep him distracted enough that he’s not just mooning after her the whole time.” 

[marautyr]

upon godric’s hollow’s kitchen chalkboard / marauders + fiancée

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MARTYRDOEM

ANNOTATIONS MADE in neat scrawl between each point. A grocery list now appearing alongside it.

Note: We’re enacting a bring your own cheese policy from now on.

1a.  Now that we know they are of high quality, a certain amount are expected to make it through the ceremony at the very least.  2a. I’ll handle the seating chart. — Who wants to sit beside Moody? 3a. Suppose I’ll handle the rice as well. You cowards.  4a. ALL OF YOUR OUTFITS ARE TO BE PRESSED. Wrinkles will simply ruin the pictures.  6. You look great, Peter. I love you too. ( That’s not crying you’re hearing. )  7. One more word about our cat and I’ll get four more. 

FROM A GREAT MANY ERASURES emerges A New List.

EUPHEMIA POTTER’S WEDDING TO - DO LIST (ANNOTATED) : 

1. Party favors will be assembled by Sirius and Peter, who are allowed to eat THE LEFTOVERS !!!! with Lily’s blessing

2. Best to let Lils handle the seating chart ( chances Moody can have a table to himself?? please vote here : X___________ )

3. Fine, I’ll do the rice myself, it’s almost as if you lot have never WORKED a day in your LIVES

4. Remus is heretofore and Forthwith in charge of all outfit - pressing, no takebacks

5. Sirius, I swear on my Mother’s Life … those instruments had better be Brilliant ( AND NOT CHARMED )

6. Wormtail quit sucking up to my wife, and she’s very correct, it is Not Crying          6a. Should anyone want more detail, please consider: Shoving It

7. No Comment

8. WOULD YOU BELIEVE WE HAVE LESS THAN A FORTNIGHT

           The messy hand is even worse, written while in a hurry...

I offered to help with the rice! And all I get in return is images that’ll haunt my nightmares.

I’m game for doing party favours, so long as Sirius doesn’t get bored and wonder off half-way through.

And I suck up to everyone.. it’s a survival mechanism.

P.S. - I made a big dinner yesterday, there’s some leftovers in the fridge, I fed some to the cat already.

P.P.S. - I’m heading into Hogsmeade this afternoon, does anyone need anything?

P.P.P.S. - Give Moody his own hall… that way he’ll be far enough away that I won’t feel like wetting myself throughout the day. How is he so terrifying!?

   << Comments squeezed in below previously listed points >>

1+ In my defence; I was left unsupervised 2+ A table or hall to himself may leave him with too much space for meddling - perhaps Minerva and/or my father could keep him in check company? 3+ Sorry, James. I get anxious about large volumes of small things I can drop and scatter everywhere, especially when I’m without a safety net 4+ That’s fine. I don’t see what the fuss is about. Hang anything else by way of fabrics you wish for me to prep on the first floor banister (this goes for anyone who spends extended amounts of time under this roof - cat/creature/woodland spirit excluded) 6+ I have an extra set of earplugs if anyone wishes to lay claim to them         ++ Prongs, I’m sure you’re doing more than enough shoving for the lot of us. 7+ I have many comments, but it is currently watching me and I’m beginning to worry for my life. If I disappear in the night, please avenge me. 8+ The loud decrees about the number of days left before the wedding each and every morning definitely did not tip me off.

Still barely legible scrawl, crammed in and around various points:

- Those images haunt all our nightmares, Wormtail. And in my defence, Moony, you still should’ve shared. - Fine, we’ll do the party favours. I won’t get bored as long as we keep it interesting. We can see who can put the most party favours together in the fastest time. - I’m assuming I’ll be at the head table with the wedding party, but otherwise I’d take Moody. My innate life of the party energy would counter-act his dour fun-killing act so it would balance out. - I work, but only with magic.  - Don’t take up my banister spot with clothes. Second floor banister is better.  - I already promised the instruments will be brilliant. Don’t you trust me, Prongs? - I will lay claim to some of those leftovers and a pair of ear plugs.            - Oi, don’t encourage him Moony! - I will personally avenge you.  - No, really? A fortnight? I’d forgotten since the last time you mentioned it twenty minutes ago. 

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[marautyr]

upon godric’s hollow’s kitchen chalkboard / marauders + fiancée

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A HASTY NOTE, in which a great many things have been erased and re - written :

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN : 

If one were finding themesleves themselves in possession of Free Time within these walls, it would be intelligent ( you heard me ) to Consult Euphemia Potter’s List of Wedding Duties Remaining, reproduced below ( with Notations ).  Or Else.

1.  Assembling of Various Party Favors ( Remus is excused, pending investigation of the Missing Chocolates ) 

2. Seating Chart.  A serious one. ( First iteration rejected for perhaps …. legitimate reasons ) 

3. Cleaning, sorting, and otherwise Fiddling of the twenty kilograms of rice currently stored atop the kitchen counter — NO MAGIC

4. Pressing of the Groomsmen’s Garments ( so help the lot of you if you scorch them )

5. Procurement of Zaffa procession instruments.  ( not certain why she trusted US with this one either )

   An added message beneath in slightly shaky writing:

Can do party favours won’t eat them unlike SOME

The cat won’t stop following me around… it’s creepy

Split the rice? 

Not touching the clothes

The cat’s rubbing against me…..

P.S. we’re out of cheese and toilet paper’s running low… James you gotta stop crying every time Lilly breaths

P.P.S Love you Lilly! 

  << Scrawled beside previous notes in neat print >>

+ I maintain that any and all items that may or may not have vanished were thoroughly enjoyed and sacrificed for the sake of quality assurance [ they are of high quality, I can assure you - but a second round of testing may be necessary ] + I’m beginning to think that there are multiple cats in this house. It keeps appearing in whatever room I’m in and stares without blinking. Are we certain it’s just a cat and not some sort of spirit? + I would like to opt out of the rice duties, please and thank you + there should be starch in the hallway closet should someone take on the garments before the weekend when I should have time to do them + that sounds like a test, James. Are you sure it’s not a test? One we are doomed to fail for amusement or evidence for future reference? + please send your mother our love when you see her next

Scrawled in barely legible handwriting wherever space was left:

- Should any more testing of the party favours be done, I insist on being included (and personally think it very rude that I wasn’t the first time) - The cat and I aren’t on speaking terms and it seems to hide whenever I come into a room. I’m happy to provide this service to others who are sick of the horrid creature - I’m not doing anything with the rice if it can’t be done with magic - I’m fairly sure James can press his own clothes and doesn’t need any help and that’s only been included to try and trick us into doing his own chores - I’m happy to procure Zaffa procession instruments, test or no test. They’ll be the best instruments, promise - Don’t be a suck up, Pete, it’s not a good look

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[marautyr]

blame the future on the past / james + sirius

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A HEARTBEAT PASSES IN DARKNESS, IN SUSPENSION, and then James is rattled wide - awake again, suddenly aware of his feet slipping dumbly across the floor of Sirius’ flat as he’s carried across the hardwood to the familiar sofa.  Recollection slides in crooked, missing pieces as the tries to piece together how he’d gotten here, why he’d come, whatever pathetic answer he could supply run over and over and over by the desert’s dryness filling his lungs with sand ‘til they feel scoured raw.

❝ Sirius, ❞ or its gravel, then, shredding its way past the lump in his throat and squeezing his voice into something low and unrecognizable.  Reaching out, James seizes the shoulder of Sirius’ shirt, long fingers curling white - knuckled into the fabric as if holding tight enough will make the words come, will calm him down enough to form them.  The pit of his gut yawns wider at the look of panic he can see painted in broad strokes across his friend’s face, all trace of pain or fear buried under the urgency James feels to at least — — what can he say, say something, don’t just –––––––

❝ O - Order business, outside Knightsbridge. ❞  Something thick coats his tongue, and James swallows tightly, eyes shut tight for the long second it takes to be certain he won’t be sick again. ( Snape’s boots scrabble the pavement, the edge of delight on his pale face laid open like the ugliest parts of a wound. )  Pitching forward, James reaches for his wand, suddenly fearing the security of simply a lowered voice as if the messily - cast Silencing Charm could touch the wards he rationally knows Sirius had already placed months ago.  ( Thank you for sharing those lovely memories … )  A shiver of REVULSION tears down James’ spine, chasing the next words out into the air.

❝ Snape, Snape was there, there were … Muggle families, it was a Muggle street, he was there and we dueled, we dueled but he — — but I — — ❞  

Sirius has never heard James sound like this before, not that tone of his voice or the way it almost seems difficult for him to talk. James usually never had any difficulty talking which really reinforces the fact that something awful must have happened. The death grip on his shoulder isn’t any more reassuring and Sirius swallows, steels himself, trying to prepare himself for whatever it is that happened once James can bring himself to tell him. The words tumble out finally, at least some words, and Sirius nods. “All right...” He hopes maybe James will just keep talking, that he won’t need much prompting. Surely if it was truly horrible James would’ve lead with that, unless he can’t bring himself to say it. 

Sirius tenses up all over again when James suddenly lurches for his wand, half turning with his own wand in hand as if prepared for the fact that whoever had hurt James would suddenly be right behind him. But he catches the Silencing charm that James mutters and lets out a staggered breath, forcibly relaxing his muscles. It wasn’t necessary, there were wards, but apparently James felt the need. Sirius turns back and mutters the healing spell for James’ leg then puts his wand away and grips his friend’s arm which is still fisted in his shirt, watching him and waiting for him to explain further, feeling like he’s balancing on the edge of some kind of precipice and it’s a very long way down should he fall. 

His expression turns sour as soon as he hears the name. Snape was involved. That rat bastard. Before he goes off on a rage tangent in his own mind he forces himself to actually hear what James is saying, no matter how brokenly he’s saying it. He nods once when James says they dueled but then he breaks off again and Sirius’ eyes are hard. It was already rotten, with Snape involved and he hadn’t missed the ‘Muggle families’ part either. Hopefully James had stopped whatever awfulness Snape had involved himself in. His grip on James’ arm tightens. “What did he do, James?” It’s quiet, his anger only held back because he doesn’t yet have a complete target for it. He’ll need the whole story for that. He makes direct eye contact with his best friend. “Tell me what he did.” It’s deadly serious, because whatever it was it had shaken James badly and that wasn’t something that Sirius would allow for. But when he took it out of Snape’s hide, since he would definitely be doing that, he already knew, he wanted to know exactly what he was getting him back for. 

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Pub Talk || Peter & Sirius

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Of course Sirius had been speaking, well, flirting with one of the waitresses; it didn’t matter where they were he could just start talking to anyone and have them smiling and tittering (unless they knew him too well for that to work). It was one of many things Peter envied about his friend, he could scarcely string a sentence together without stumbling over his own words and it was only getting worse as time went by. Stress, fatigue, it was becoming a trial to even act like himself anymore.

“S-sorry.” he repeated, looking up from the table for a few moments before back down at his hands. “Work’s been… It’s been busy.” He liked it there, a small office to himself so many corridors down and around most didn’t even know he was there. It was safe. Or at least it seemed safe, few places did for him now. “I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” Hell, he was trying to be as unobtrusive as possible and arriving late was not something he did often… if ever.

“W-what!?” he looked up a little sharply and blinked a few times at the question, “I mean, y-yea, yea I’m fine. Sorry.” he sniffed, “I-I just…” Again, he could stop all this now, come clean, be hated but possibly accepted, even play it off as orders from Dumbledore; would they trust him? “It’s been a hard few days.” he mumbled, getting up and not meeting Sirius’ eyes as he made his way to the bar and ordered two firewhiskey’s. Bringing them back he placed one in front of Sirius and both his own hands cupped the base of his glass. “But uhh… There’s no n-need to talk about that. We should umm, talk about the stag do instead, r-right?” That was a subject that always seemed to put a smile on Sirius’ face.  

Sirius couldn’t help it if he was naturally charming and who was he not to use that to his advantage? Talking to people had always been easy for him, and he knew his looks and his smile helped. It all made for a good combination, really, and it even helped him get out of trouble as much as it got him into trouble so it was a good balance. Poor Pete was never able to pull it off, Remus neither really, and James had a certain amount of charm but Sirius was clearly the best at it. Well, they all had their strengths and Sirius wasn’t about to apologize for his. 

He rolled his eyes when Peter apologized again and waved his hand dismissively. “Relax, mate, I’m just taking the piss. You probably didn’t even think I would be waiting, considering.” For being in the group as long as he had, one would think Peter had really learned to take a joke by now but apparently not. 

The reaction to asking how he was hadn’t been what Sirius was expecting and his smile faded slowly, brows furrowing in concern. “Just?” Sirius asked, gently, wondering if something really was wrong. But then Peter referred to the obvious and got up to get drinks and Sirius sighed, leaning back in his chair. Well, everyone was out of sorts these days, what with Dumbledore...it was a raw wound and Sirius pulled away from poking at it. He took a generous sip of the firewhiskey Peter placed in front of him and nodded. He knew that much, though maybe it was something they should talk about, or at least Peter should talk about. Sirius didn’t want to air his feelings out, after all. He smirked a little at the change in subject. “Ah yes, the stag for our stag. Preparations are underway, trust me. It’s not a night James will forget any time soon, or the rest of us, for that matter.” He smirked and took a drag from his cigarette. “You realise we’ll all have to drink twice as much on his behalf, right? I hope you’ll be able to keep up your end.” It was another tease, since they both knew Peter didn’t have much of a tolerance. If all went according to plan, James would be the only one with a clear memory of that night. 

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Quidditch Radio || Minerva & Sirius

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Minvera didn’t magically deal with grief, the pain of it, the gut-wrenching hollow feeling it left behind was still very much present but… she had many reasons to push it down until it became more bearable. She had her students, her peer, the board of education and the Order all in need of her in some way. The same couldn’t be said for some of the Order’s younger members perhaps, it took a few more years to gather such an array of responsibilities and those who had only themselves and a job to worry about may begin to experience twitchy fingers. That was dangerous when there were enemies out there working against them. Better active young men like Black were in here listening to the radio than out there finding trouble… Merlin knows the young man always had a talent for that.

She crossed a leg and shrugged slightly, bringing her biscuit to her lips and taking a tiny bite followed by a sip of tea before she answered, “The Wanderers haven’t had a decent league run in the last three centuries.” she replied lightly, “If the Harpies lose it’ll be a quite a blow to their egos.” And she knew a little more than most about egos on the quidditch pitch. The next question was a little less light and she turned from the radio to look at him, “In a form. I’ve just come from yet another meeting with the school board and the ministry’s education department.” She was still only considered ‘acting’ headmistress and those stalling her officially taking up the job (and therefore finding a replacement for her subject) were grating on her.

Sirius generally kept busy when he didn’t want to handle things. There’d been a few trips around town as Padfoot, too, since things were a little less...present in dog form. They were still there, of course, but it was easier to forget them and follow an interesting scent or let his paws take him where they would or just run without having to worry about where he was going. That was a temporary solution, at best, as was everything he’d tried. Even getting completely smashed only worked for so long but he was loathe to just sit in his grief, it wasn’t his style. At least if he could focus all his energy on this Quidditch game for now it was another distraction that didn’t really require him to do anything. What he really wanted to do was go on the attack, round up anyone he could find that might even be slightly connected to the Death Eaters and make them hurt like he was hurting but that was hardly an option. He was still sore tempted, though, but at least he’d wait until the match was over. 

He smiled slightly at McGonagall’s words and gestured with his cigarette as he spoke. “Just the kind of blow they need, you mean. Imagine the upset. It would be glorious, and hopefully crush their spirits so that they play poorly for the rest of the season.” It was a lot to hope for but Sirius was optimistic about it, even if it was rather falsely so. Sirius made a slight face when she answered his other question and took another quick puff. “Sounds tedious. Don’t know how you stand it. I guess there’ll be a lot of that, now, with you as Headmistress.” That was bordering on too close to what Sirius was avoiding but luckily, or rather unluckily, the Harpies scored another goal which gave him the opportunity to let out a string of rather impressive curses and shake his head. 

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❝ YES, IT’S THAT SIGNATURE MODESTY I JUST FIND SO IRRESISTIBLE. ❞

Lips twitch upward in a well - dressed smirk, their head turning slightly to follow Sirius’ path across the room ––––––– watching Sirius Black move, of course, being one of Davey Gudgeon’s FAVORITE PASTIMES.  ( And doesn’t Sirius just know it ?  Right bastard. )

❝ — — Unfortunately even your delightfully oily charm isn’t QUITE worth its weight in gold. ❞  Slender fingers curl around Sirius’ wrist before he can stray too far, the diagonal tilt of their head enough to angle toward that truly subtle huff of breath against their ear.  Their free hand arcs up almost lazily, palm skating up the slope of Sirius’ jaw toward his hair ––––––– just close enough to pause and FLICK the shell of his ear.

❝ I’m AWARE of just how fetching I look in green but do try to contain yourself, sir. ❞  A twist of their head allows them to smudge a particularly - brilliant kiss to Sirius’ cheek as if in counterpoint, a playful tug of his arm keeping him reeled in against the back of the sofa a moment longer.  ❝ — — Besides, you haven’t even let me tell you what it DOES. ❞  

“You and everyone else.” Sirius’ grin widened to show how much he appreciated the joke even as he participated in it. He was aware of Davey’s eyes on him, but then he was generally aware of and used to eyes being on him. He couldn’t help it if he just moved so enticingly that everyone wanted to watch him. 

His eyebrows went up at the next comment, however. “Oily? Ouch.” His voice was still low, and Davey had a hold of him so Sirius couldn’t get very far, not that he really wanted to go anywhere else. The fingers on his skin are nice, but the flick to his ear just makes him chuckle. “What if I can’t?” He teases, amused by the cheek kiss even as he’s kept from pulling away too far so that he changes tactics and just slides onto the couch next to Davey. They can maintain their proximity that way and it’s really the best place to be when he’s in Davey’s flat anyway. Sirius glances at the vial at the mention of what it does. “True. So are you going to enlighten me or should I just drink some and see what happens?” His eyebrow quirked inquisitively, though he wasn’t asking for permission, because it’s just the kind of thing Sirius would do. He did so love taking risks, after all. 

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Suspicious Minds | Sirius & Verity

Date: October 23rd, 1979 Location: The Three Broomsticks Reserved for @veritynott

As always with these times, things were....confused. On the one hand, James and Marlene had taken out a hidden most likely Death Eater, but on the other that meant the Ministry was investigating them and they had to be more careful. Andromeda also seemed worried about Ted, who she hadn’t seen since the night before and it wasn’t like him to just up and disappear. It was hard to celebrate the kind of victory Rookwood’s death should’ve been when everything else was being considered. It was also just luck of the draw that Sirius himself hadn’t been with James when he infiltrated Rookwood’s place, but he would’ve wanted to be there. Unfortunately, they didn’t always get to choose their missions and now James had to be even more careful. Surely the investigation would turn up Rookwood’s bad roots, but then, the Ministry couldn’t necessarily be trusted since who knew how many other Death Eaters were embedded in their midst. Either way, Sirius had decided to treat himself to a night at the Three Broomsticks (though it happened perhaps more often than it should) not accompanied by any of his usual crew but that wasn’t going to stop him from having a good time. 

He was pleasantly buzzed on firewhiskey and had started hanging out with a group of wizards that were friendly enough and hadn’t been opposed to his drinking game ideas, which was why he was quickly moving from buzzed to actually drunk. Sirius needed a little air, though, so he’d stepped outside for a smoke. He was leaning back against the building, staring up at the stars, when someone approached and he turned to them with a slight smile. Always nice to greet people with a smile. He was about to say something friendly and vaguely charming when he saw who it was and his smile melted away. Verity...something. Sirius didn’t need to remember her last name to know she was part of the pureblood elite he’d left behind. 

“Wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” He nodded towards the brightly lit entrance of the pub, blowing out a stream of smoke. “People are actually having a good time and you wouldn’t know anything about that.” She may have just been passing by, but Sirius was never shy about making digs at people from his former life. They all deserved it anyway. 

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Pub Talk || Peter & Sirius

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Location: Leaky Cauldron Date: October 9th 1979 Availability: Closed for @burningstarsirius

Peter had all but sprinted from work, he was running late but more importantly he’d discovered between work and home was a dangerous place to be… Rodolphus had cornered him there before, Frank had met him and they’d gotten attacked. Honestly he was just waiting for a damn dragon to appear in the night sky and scoop him up in its jaws. So this time he’d bottled it and run from the ministry building a safe distance away and apparated to Diagon Alley. He didn’t bother trying to make himself more presentable and pushed the door open to the warm light of the pub, looking around with a somewhat frantic gaze till he spotted Sirius on a table by the bar.

Letting out a sigh he walked quickly through the crowded pub and waved a little awkwardly at Sirius as he sat down, still breathing a little heavily. “S-sorry.” he mumbled, looking down at the table, “I was b-busy with work. First statistics of the uhr.. the year.” he explained. Trying to settle in his seat he put his hands on the table and already they started wringing together out of habit before he sniffed and briefly looked up at Sirius, “W-want umm… Want me to get us a drink?” 

Still jittery, his restless hands rose to rub at his weary eyes a little before continued, “M-my treat for being late?”

It was rare that Sirius was the first one to any place where he was meeting someone. He tended towards being late, partially because his so-called parents had been sticklers for punctuality, and partially because he got there when he got there and figured most people would wait for him. In this instance, however, Sirius was surprised to find that he’d actually beaten Peter to the Leaky Cauldron, even though he himself was late. He’d have to bother Wormtail about that when he got here. In the mean time, Sirius got them a table near the bar and figured he’d wait a few minutes, at least, before ordering a drink. He lit up a smoke for lack of anything better to do, not really liking not having anything to occupy him or distract him, especially since it was only a day after Dumbledore’s funeral. Sirius had been trying to keep busy since then, as if he could somehow put off or outrun his grief. 

He managed to strike up a conversation with one of the waitresses, flirting with her, of course, and that distracted him enough until he finally saw Peter pushing his way into the bar. Thanking her, he nodded towards Peter to show that his friend had arrived, and took a drag off his smoke as she left and Peter approached the table. Sirius smirked a little at the awkward wave. “This has to be a record, Wormtail. You’re even later than I am.” He tapped the end of his cigarette off into the tray and shrugged. “I won’t pass up a free drink.” 

He studied Peter for a moment longer. His friend was always nervous and somewhat frazzled, but it seemed worse than usual. Also, he looked tired but that seemed to basically be the norm, these days. Still. Sirius frowned slightly. “All right there, Pete?” Sirius had also noticed, amidst all the other chaos of yesterday, that Peter had showed up rather late to the funeral. He wasn’t going to lead with that, though, he’d ask in a bit. 

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Bruises & Burns | Sirius & Elaine

Date: October 12th Location: St. Mungo’s, Fourth Floor reserved for @elainediggory

St. Mungo’s had become a rather familiar place for Sirius. Whether from his job as a Cursebreaker, which occasionally landed him on the ground floor because of artefact accidents, or Order battles where he ended up on the Fourth Floor, he’d become rather accustomed to the staff and the walls and the various rooms. Today it happened to be the Fourth Floor, having gotten into a nasty duel while doing some Order work. He was bashed up physically (bruises, a black eyes, some nasty cuts) but those would be dealt with in short order. If he wasn’t so drained from the fight he would’ve taken care of it himself with a simple spell or two. The real reason he was making yet another visit to St. Mungo’s was because he’d been hit with a spell that made it feel like there was a burning sensation under his skin. He’d had a protection spell up so Sirius didn’t think it was as bad as it had been meant to be, but he was too hot all over and uncomfortable bordering on actually in pain. It seemed to go best if he didn’t move too much so he was settled on one of the beds in a room, attempting not to move, and sweating. 

This wasn’t exactly an interesting position to be in and Sirius did so hate to be bored. Risking the pain, he managed to flick his wand out from where he kept it and, only raising his head slightly, muttered a spell that made some of the objects in the room start to float around. He kept flicking his wrist so that they were doing a sort of dance. At least it was distracting him slightly and put a smile on his somewhat battered face. 

Someone entered the room, likely his healer, but he didn’t stop quite yet, glancing over to see he recognized Elaine. His smile widened, and he forced himself not to wince as it pulled at his split lip. “Well if it isn’t my favourite healer. I’m sure you’re happy to see me. Do you like what I’ve done with the place?” He may have been in pain, but Sirius would do his best not to show it. He even flicked his wrist again so the various utensils and random supplies he’d enchanted from around the room did a little spin. 

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Quidditch Radio || Minerva & Sirius

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Location: Order Headquarters Date: October 11th 1979 Availability: Closed for @burningstarsirius

Minerva couldn’t get away from the school anywhere near as much as she’d like, and even when the time presented itself she worried at leaving someone else in charge. Her position as Headmistress was still unofficial and she was a firm believer that no one could do the job as well as her. More to the point, if she was somehow pushed from the role who knew who her replacement would be… or where their loyalties lay. 

But, she’d gotten a weekend free and decided to make the most of it at the Order’s headquarters doing her part (and more) to help them make progress. But, even she needed a break and with a strong tea and biscuit in hand she moved into a parlour, attention turning towards a radio broadcasting a live quidditch match; hearing the playing teams were the Harpies and the Wanderers she began paying a little more attention and drifted towards the sound, taking a sip of her tea and sinking into a chair, seeing Sirius Black happened to be the closest to her, listening to the match. 

Hearing the Harpies scored again (bringing the match to 120 - 30 in their favour) she smirked a little, “The Harpies are dominating; though the Wanderers haven’t had a successful run in years.”

Things seemed to be a little in flux for Sirius after Dumbledore’s funeral. It wasn’t like there was nothing to do, there was plenty to do and Sirius was doing it, but he still felt a sort of sense of...drifting. Of course, Dumbledore had been dead before the funeral, obviously, but it hadn’t seemed quite as real until they actually put him in the ground and Sirius had watched (though he technically wasn’t supposed to be there anymore) as they’d lowered the coffin and it had been hard. Death had become a common occurrence in this war but Sirius still wasn’t used to it, especially not when it had come for his former headmaster, leader, and the kind of hero Sirius aspired to be, though he wasn’t sure he’d ever achieve that. There wouldn’t be anymore chats over how Puddlemere was doing in the current Quidditch season, strange or quirky statements, no more sage advice. Dumbledore was just...gone and Sirius wasn’t sure how to deal with it. 

Granted, when Sirius didn’t know how to deal with something, he tried to avoid it. So he kept busy and he let the pain of the loss and the anger at the one who had caused it simmer together and tried not to address either. They would avenge him. They would keep fighting, and they would, some day, avenge him. It wasn’t so much that Sirius had run out of things to do as that he’d found himself too distracted to properly do them and had finally just wandered away until he’d wound up in the parlor, next to the radio, smoking and listening to a Quidditch game. It was easier, to pour all of his emotions into a game, especially when he could hope for the Harpies to lose horribly. It wasn’t happening, but it well could, there was time left. 

Someone seemed to disagree and Sirius looked up from where he’d been leaning against the wall to see Professor McGonagall, or, he supposed, Headmistress McGonagall now. He’d been out of school a few years but he still didn’t quite think of her as Minerva, it wasn’t right. He scoffed at the comment and took a drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke away from her. “It’s not over yet. The Wanderers will come up with the Snitch, just wait and see.” That was more hope talking than fact, but he wanted Puddlemere’s traditional rivals to lose, as always. “Taking a break from Hogwarts?” Sirius quirked an eyebrow inquisitively, watching her. It wasn’t all that common a sight to see her away from the school and he figured, especially now with her new position, that she’d want to stay there. 

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“Of course I’m sincere, it’s not everyday I get to see the man behind all your scandalous rumors,” she joked, rolling her eyes at his display of fake offense. There weren’t any real rumors, actually, at least none that were too extreme, but she was no stranger to the whispers surrounding his… escapades. It made Tessa blush the first time she heard them, but over the years she became immune to all the gossip after her cousin’s own “scandals” started to make headlines. 

He wasn’t going to elaborate on the angry men that had passed by, obviously, but that didn’t stop Tessa from catching how quickly he had turned away from the window, or the small hint of satisfaction on his face when the men were out of sight. She shook her head in amusement, but decided not to bring it up just yet despite how much it sparked her curiosity. But then again, her curiosity was never easy to quell. 

“Sirius, being unpredictable is never something you’ve had to worry about.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she rested her chin in hand, tilted her head slightly. Even in school he didn’t have a reputation for predictability— none of his friends did, in fact. Not even the other Gryffindors had any idea what to expect out of them most days. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“That’s true enough. I more than live up to the hype, obviously.” There wasn’t even a question about it, at least not in Sirius’ mind. The idea of scandalous rumors having followed him out of Hogwarts was an amusing one but not exactly surprising. It’s not like he’d slowed down much since then, though he figured people would probably pay less attention since they weren’t all in such close quarters. Maybe he’d underestimated just how much his old school mates talked to each other and about him, specifically. If they were keeping tabs, he might have to step up his game and really give them something to talk about.

He chuckled a little when she assured him he didn’t have to worry about becoming predictably, lounging back against the bookshelf as if it were comfortable (which it wasn’t, the shelves were digging into his back and shoulders) and almost as if he were putting himself on display. “I guess you’re right. I do have a reputation, don’t I?” She seemed more than willing to talk about him, or at least the face he presented to the world, and who was he to stop her? It wasn’t like it was a bad topic.

His eyebrows went up when she mentioned work. “Why would you think that? I just got back from a job not long ago, actually. Haven’t been owled another one yet. Not sick of me already, are you?” Working for Gringotts as a Curse-breaker was a perfect fit for Sirius. It was exciting, interesting, and full of the unexpected which kept him engaged and challenged. It could also be somewhat sporadic which left him plenty of time to indulge in the things he enjoyed most and let him help the Order. It was good all around and he couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

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LOCATION : DAVEY’S FLAT, CAMDEN TOWN, LONDON DATE : 6 OCTOBER 1979

❝ ONE DAY, MISTER BLACK, YOU WILL WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR AND ANNOUNCE YOU’VE DECIDED TO PUT ME ON RETAINER. ❞

Can you hold court inside your own flat ?  IF YOU COULD, Davey Gudgeon would be doing it, reclined as they are in the center of the loudly - floral couch that takes up the lion’s share of what’s left of the living area.  ( IT’S ALL VERY GLAMOROUS, you see ; why have roommates when you can have a SMALL FORTUNE in cross - bred Sativa and a rather peckish VENOMOUS TENTACULA to keep you company ? )

RIGHT,  about that retainer.  ❝ And it will, without a doubt, be the best day of my life. ❞  Unearthed from their breast pocket — — purely for dramatic effect, of course, WHY ELSE — — is a glass jar small enough to fit entirely inside a long - fingered palm, fully nearly to its brim with preternaturally BRILLIANT GREEN.  ❝ Try this on for size. ❞   They hold it out.  ❝ — — I also accept tips ‘n TWO FORMS OF CURRENCY and offers of a ride on that spectacular motorbike of yours. ❞

@burningstarsirius !

“Mister Black?” Sirius made a face, reminded altogether too much of how people referred to his father and Orion was one of the last people Sirius actually wanted to be associated with. “I didn’t realise we were standing on such ceremony.” Then again, Davey loved that sort of thing, making proclamations from where they were draped (not sprawled, never sprawled when it came to Davey, at least no when they had half a chance to position themselves) over the couch making proclamations. That’s how Davey spoke, in proclamations and grand statements, and Sirius had always gotten a kick out of it. 

He approached the couch, expertly avoiding the Tentacula (he had been in this flat before, after all), and smirked as he saw the the little vial filled with bright green. Sirius wasn’t always into harder drugs, but he did like to experiment, as Davey well knew, especially with only two days until Dumbledore’s funeral. That was something he was trying to avoid thinking about, however, which was a large part of the reason he was here. 

“I thought every time you saw me was the best day of your life, retainer or not?” Sirius obviously didn’t believe that was true but it was ever so much fun to tease. Having reached the sofa, he leaned over Davey and slid his fingers lightly up their arm until they closed around the proffered vial. His lips, meanwhile, were near Davey’s ear. “Are you sure the motorbike is the only thing you want to ride?” He dropped his tone and Davey could no doubt feel Sirius’ smile against their skin, since his lips were close enough, and he let them linger there for a moment before slowly drawing back, potion in hand. 

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name: sirius black allegiance: order of the phoenix blood status: pure-blood birthdate: november 3rd, 1959 availability: taken notes: is an animagus (dog)

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“pretty puppy!” that’s something you’ve gotten used to, taking these little ventures into the muggle world. no matter how big a dog is, people still want to call them a puppy. you can’t fault the kid as she breaks loose from her parents, running over to where you’re lazing in the sun. you sit your head up and your tongue lolls out, a perfect portrait of a sweet, gargantuan, lazy black dog.

you let her run small hands through your shaggy fur. maybe you should get a haircut, but there’s something about how much mum loathed your long hair that keeps it stubbornly scruffy. her parents rush over, worried about your size, you’re pretty sure, but seeing how docile you are they get sucked in, too.

your friends joke that this was the real reason your animagus form is a dog. you have some intrinsic need to grab all the positive attention in a room, or in this case, a park. maybe that’s fair — it feels good, to lie in the sun, far away from war and death and cruelty. to be simple, to pare all the parts of yourself down to their most basic form and let your animal side figure it out.

you whine a bit when she leaves, and you hope this inspires her parents to get her the puppy she so desperately needs in her life. it’s the least you can do.

established connections: regulus black (younger brother - estranged), james potter (best friend), remus lupin (best friend), peter pettigrew (best friend), severus snape (antipathy), andromeda tonks (cousin), narcissa malfoy (cousin - estranged), bellatrix lestrange (cousin - estranged) sirius black is portrayed by luke pasqualino and played by sam. biography and additional information beneath the cut.

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