born in the wrong house

Sirius Orion Black III. Fond of smoking under the sunrise, expensive whiskey and Emmeline Vance stirring up trouble. The blackest sheep in the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Living proof that blood doesn't make a man.

[canismajour]

prince-regulus:

From the looks of it your don’t have time for tolerating anybody, even Order members. How could i have done that exactly, Sirius, when we can’t have a normal chat even now. When all we do is constantly bicker. You’re the one that decided that for the both of us.

And what the fuck would you know about it? Too busy swanning around thinking you've made it because of that stain on your arm. I didn't decide anything, you're the one that slammed the door shut behind me when I left and refuses to open it now. I'd say it's not too late to open it again but clearly you're far too content with the twisted little gaggle of family you've got left.

[sircaradoc-thebadger]

Nah, you have fun and fix me something new. I need to shake things up a little.

[canismajour]

Sure you trust me with that, mate? Even I don't know what half of these liquors are.

[canismajour]

wendycatherine:

Don’t judge my love of Shirley Temples. Yes. Same again. Extra cherries for real this time, you cheapskate.

Didn't say a word, did I? Hey, easy there, love, I'm just following orders here. However, if you decided to have a real drink then   m a y b e   I'd be so inclined to break them and crack out the perks for you. 

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vanceemme:

Yes, my brother. He’s part of my family, after all. Oh, come off it, it’s not as though I’m asking you to meet not only my parents and brother, but also all of Doe’s family. I mean, I could, they’re practic—

Sirius, you didn’t.

It's not like I planned it to happen, Em. Look-- just come over later and I'll explain properly, yeah? You know we can't talk about it here.

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prince-regulus:

Loving? No, more along the lines of moderate toleration. Some of us are actually capable of trying to have a sensible conversation for once. Guess you forgot that along the way. How should i know? I don’t have family to tell me otherwise.

I don't have time for tolerating or sensible conversation with Death Eaters. How many times do I have to tell you that you still could have owled me, talked to me. No, wait, now I am forgetting things. We're not family anymore, according to you, are we?

[remlupus]

"Actually, make it a water." he muttered, pushing the empty rocks glass back towards the raven haired boy. "Y’know my lack of tolerance."

[canismajour]

"All too bloody well, Moon." Sirius sniggers, accepting the empty glass slid back his way with ease. He's still relatively new to the job, but he's picked it up pretty well so far. He slips up the bar for a minute to drop the glass off to his co-worker to get cleaned up with the rest, returning with a fresh glass for his friend. "I'd have thought after all these years of rooming with me you'd have built it up though, mate."

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vanceemme:

Really, they are. I spoke with mum just the other day. The only one not so excited is my brother. —Why? Sirius, why do you have that look on your face?

Your bro-- hey, you never said I had to be meeting him! That's kind of an awful blood idea, you know. Girls' brothers and I don't do well together. I uh-- it's nothing, really. It's just... look, Em, it's not that I wasn't, you know, up for it or anything but..

I don't think I actually can meet your folks. I have something I have to do. 

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littlebitofcharity:

"Please if your boss catches us, I’ll just bat my eyelashes, they always work in sticky situations." She smiles when he slides the glass to her and places the basket on the bar next to her. She takes a muffin out and hands it to him. Her fingers find the glass and she takes a small sip. "I’m a fan of regular well.. muggle baking with a small magical twist. Lots of batter, lots of dough. And I think another word you’re going for is ginormous."

"For you, maybe. I tried it last week when I smashed a tankard and he looked at me like I'd just grow three extra heads and one of them was a grindylow or something." Sirius snickers, in good spirits. Being out of the castle and in the adult world had been daunting at first, but the shift suits him well. He's quick to accept the muffin, wasting just as little time in taking a large bite out of it. "Ginormous, huge, who cares-- they're still bloody good." 

[canismajour]

vanceemme:

Yes, it is still a thing we planned. Mum and dad are looking forward to actually meeting you.

I bet they're not. I uh- kind of need to talk to you about that anyway.

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prince-regulus:

Is that so? From the way this conversation is going, you’re the prat. I’m not the one throwing insults left and right. Since the day you left.

Oh, my mistake. Clearly I missed the loving tone in your voice. You think what you've been doing since I left counts as sense? 

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the--lovely---bones:

I already told you, if you ever open your mouth about me and Charity again I will not hold back. Fuck off Sirius, go back to your world where the only thing on planet fucking earth that matters is you being a dick about your own girlfriend. I’m out of here.

What the fuck do you know about it-- oh fine, run away. Good fucking riddance.

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littlebitofcharity:

"Right, I think I’m good. Though I wouldn’t say no to some water. Here, you want a muffin?" She says gesturing to the basket looped around her arm.

"Got it." He vanishes for a moment to the other end of the bar to fetch her a glass. "You know I'd never say no, just don't let my boss see you distracting me." Sirius chuckles for a minute, sliding the filled glass across the bar to her before leaning on it himself. "How do you even manage to make yours so huge though. They're like-- like, huge." 

[canismajour]

vanceemme:

Actually, I was thinking we could talk about how we’re meant to be visiting my family this weekend.

Oh, yeah. That's still a thing we planned.

[canismajour]

the--lovely---bones:

You know what?

If you ever, ever talk about Charity like that again I won’t hesitate to use my wand.

What the fuck was that for, you prat? -- and what the f u c k do you care about Charity anymore?

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prince-regulus:

Interesting statement. Tell me, how does one accomplish getting their head stuck up there. Must take a ton of acrobatic lessons or perhaps a crowbar. Then that wouldn’t be a sensible idea.

You tell me. You're the king of pretentious prats these days, Reggie, not me. Since when do you have any sense anyway these days?

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the--lovely---bones:

Really? because you’re already fucking things up by picking a fight with me. I thought maybe you’d have grown up a little once we graduated but wishful fucking thinking huh? Wait, you think…[Edgar couldn’t help but laugh at that, it was ridiculous]. You are so simple minded Sirius, the fact you still think I have anything in a wad over Emme or you is laughable. There are much more important things in my life, anything that happened six months ago I could sort of care less about, especially you being a jealous son of a bitch and one of my best friends ditching me for a bloke. Life goes on, mine certainly did. Yes, fiance or are you deaf as well as stupid? I’m not going anywhere with you, you want a stubborn ass, I’ll give you one.

What can I say? I have an intolerance to huge tossers. [He makes no effort to hide the scornful snort, shaking his head.] Yeah, because you weren't fucking leaping off of your seat to volunteer for that last mission. Whatever, Bones, I'm not buying the fiance shit after I know you messed up your last bloody relationship, live in denial if you want, just stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, alright?  Fine-- you explain to Moody why you didn't follow through with the mission you were given. Not my problem if he chews you out for it. 

[canismajour]

Yeah, yeah. What'll it be-- same again?