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@siiriuslygrim
——–‘Cause I’m perfectly incomplete / I’m still working on my masterpiece / And I, I wanna hang with the greats / Got a way to go, but it’s worth the wait / No, you haven’t seen the best of me / I’m still working on my masterpiece
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@aquietlifeyouknowme Accio’d a starter!
Although Harry had grown past the ages where he needed someone to consistently look out for him, Sirius never could help the urge to protect Harry from whatever bad there may be in the world -- and that, dear reader, explained why Sirius had sat himself across from his green eyed godson, smiling in spite of the blinding light above and the pounding of his head.
Sirius had been very, very drunk last night. And he was very, very hungover today.
“So, you’re in costume early, are you?” he asked, eyeing Harry from head to toe. “I think dressing up as an overworked Auror makes quite the statement -- though you should have accentuated the bags beneath your eyes. Makes for a more accurate picture.”
@killedbyvoldemort Accio’d a Halloween-y starter!
“Where did you get so much fake blood?”
He’s quite serious about the where -- it couldn’t have been cheap to get a whole pail of it not that he’s worried about cheap. ( He’s also curious about what she’s planning to do with it. This Marauder still has quite the nose for mischief, and he’s looking for something to keep busy with. )
// starter call ! mutuals and non-mutuals alike are free to Accio something from me.
Probably will be Halloween themed, maybe. Let’s see.
// so ! I’m back on here after what was.. tbh not a wholly unexpected thing.
I really miss Sirius, and since it’s Halloween ( obviously the best holiday for Sirius ), I thought I’d pop back on here.
I am dropping all my threads. Shouldn’t be so surprising -- I haven’t replied in months, and although I hate to do it, I believe I’ll be better off just starting fresh with threads.
( okay I have now decided that I really want to gather up the Sirius Squad so we can be awesome and unstoppable and be great Sirius’ together like honestly all Sirius Black RPers like this to be part of the #squad and then reblog it so your fellow Sirius Black RPers can like it too, and we can be siriusly awesome together! )
siiriuslygrim followed you back.
thesecondblackbrother:
Regulus just barely managed to get out of the way before the spell hit him, though he dropped Kreacher. As much as he liked the house elf he didn’t want to carry the thing around if his idiot of a brother wanted to duel.
“Have you forgotten you have no brother, you’re not a black anymore. You left me for potter and never said goodbye.”
He had always hated his brother'so best friend, hated how Sirius cared more about Potter than about him. He saw what potter did to his brother, he had never been a target to any serious pranks but he knew that because of the little group his big brother hated him simply for being what he had to be.
Sirius’s mouth twisted into a snarl as he advanced on the impostor. The words, Regulus is dead. My brother is dead, repeated themselves over and over again in his head. Regulus wasn’t here, he couldn’t be ( just as he couldn’t have been there in Sirius’s cell, looming over him, Regulus cursing Sirius for his death ).
His face flushed red at fury -- the mention of James, of him running away, sent him over the edge.
“Shut up!”
Another spell was sent hurtling towards Regulus -- he had touched a nerve.
“You might have his face,” he said hoarsely, stepping over Kreacher as he moved in on Regulus, “but your charade is far from convincing.”
siiriuslygrim
“So you’re back from death and I, erm, barely escaped it…”
Rose laughed a little where she lay in the hospital bed adjacent to Sirius’. She laughed from nerves, not amusement. Nothing about this was amusing. She scratched at the bandage over her arm wound, looking at it, hating it, hating what it meant. “Hermione told me about when you….erm…well when you erm, when you died”
It was surely the Calming Draught he ingested earlier which kept him from flinching at the mention of his apparent death ( which he did not remember ), or from being any more than mildly concerned for the woman beside him. “Yes, it appears so. It is a relief you survived.” He hadn’t known her, of course, but Hermione was a bright girl -- her mother seemed kind.
Sirius’s eyes dropped to the bandages on Rose’s arm, stark white against the skin. Poor woman. She had suffered a terrible, terrible fate.
“She did, did she?” he asked, lifting his gaze from her wound back to her face. “Brilliant girl, that Hermione. I believe she mentioned you, too -- something about your work having to do with pulling teeth.” A Muggle oddity that, to this day, puzzled him.
“And you are just a massive drama queen.”
“Who’s about to stick you to the ceiling if you don’t get out. Shouldn’t you be off pestering someone else, Mister Prefect?”
siiriuslygrim followed you back.
thesecondblackbrother:
Inwardly Regulus was seathing, he was going to make Kreacher and Sirius spend some bonding time together after this. Though those thoughts came before the house elf made itself useful and jumped in front of him, blocking the spell. Regulus sighed, picking up the sleeping creature.
“Sirius, I return home and you immediately try and stun me. You do know that i own this house right, your order won’t be able to stay here if I say they can’t.” Regulus looked around, trying to remember where Kreacher slept. He wasn’t about to give his brother the whole speech about not being dead with a house elf in his arms.
Sirius barely registered the dull sound of Kreacher hitting the hard flooring; his eyes ( and wand ) had turned to the strikingly familiar, somewhat less handsome younger man standing in the center of the room. His face, his diction, it was all reminiscent of...
“Regulus?”
For a brief, brief moment, Sirius’s posture loosened. His eyes were wide, his expression helpless. His heart had dropped into his belly and sent his stomach churning with every beat. Then reason caught up with him. So did anger.
Regulus Black is dead.
The next Stunning Spell Sirius sent Regulus’s way, there was VIGOR behind it.
“Do you think I’m a fool? My brother is dead.”
siiriuslygrim followed you back.
The second Sirius stepped foot in their childhood home Regulus knew, the wards wanted to toss the elder black out. He has no problem with his brother going home, one of them should be there.
After awhile he got a visit from a very angry house elf, who grabbed his hand and apperated them both back to the head quarters of the order of the Phoenix.
“Bloody hell you fucking idiot, that’s it I’m giving you clothes!”
siiriuslygrim
Shadows of memories lurked within the halls of Grimmauld Place. This was a home of nightmares for Sirius -- but it was also the new headquarters of the Order, having been the best ( and only ) option available. It might not have been quite as bad, Sirius thought, had it not been infested by the vile house elf, Kreacher.
With the other Order members out and about, Sirius found himself wandering the decrepit halls of his childhood home. Muscle memory dictated he lower his head, walk with some semblance of shame, but he refused. He refused the whole walk up the stairs, until a voice in the drawing room caught his attention -- then he let muscle memory take over.
Drawing his wand, Sirius threw open the door to the drawing room and, with a flourish, sent a flash of blue light hurtling towards the figure in the room. Stupefy!
Harry looked up gently “Im just…really tired of everyone thinking I’m this fragile…kid.” he explained, shrugging “I’ve done more than most people my age and they still want to keep me in the dark it’s really frustrating, you know?”
Nodding sympathetically, Sirius’s immediate response was to understand Harry’s plight, just as he had jumped to Harry’s defense at the previous Order meeting. “I understand. You deserve to be kept in the know -- and I’ll make sure that you are... to the best of my ability,” he added, bitterness edging its way in. Anger still bubbled beneath the surface, fueled by being told what he could or could not discuss with his own godson for Merlin’s sake.
“You are more capable than I could have ever thought,” he said, shaking his head. “Quite the fine young man, I’d say.” Though still young, a nagging voice said in the back of Sirius’s head.
“I’d like to be alone for a bit…if you don’t mind.”
“Come on now, Harry. Let’s join the others downstairs.”
A pause. Sirius studied Harry briefly, before stepping forward and putting an arm around his godson’s shoulders.
“What’s the matter?”
expulsiion Accio’d a starter !
“For the brightest witch of your age, you are rather l a c k i n g when it comes to seeing the bad in Kreacher.”
Sirius GRIMACES, a not uncommon expression for him, as he regards Hermione with what little good will he still holds for her. ( A toss up the stairs wasn’t going to kill the demented house elf -- unfortunately. ) Still, there’s another matter to discuss.
“&& I’d be careful if I were you -- Molly is about to wallop someone if she catches you all eavesdropping, AGAIN.”
I will forever lament that Voldemort never saw the note Regulus left him before he died. Imagine how mad he’d have gotten, realising someone who had completely slipped under his radar and who he had never really given any thought had figured out his secret and stolen a part of his soul. And he wouldn’t even be able to take it out on Regulus, who was gone where no one could reach him, a place where Voldemort, most of all, feared.
// So, I survived my first day of college ( and actually enjoyed it v much in spite of last night’s panic ), && am now logging off to do homework.
In celebration of a good day, however, like for a short starter? I haven’t filled my queue at all, && with any luck I’ll get to these tomorrow/this weekend, to put in the queue for next week.
Verses may vary, ranging from canon to my resurrection au, so feel free to comment if you want one in particular.
// So, I survived my first day of college ( and actually enjoyed it v much in spite of last night’s panic ), && am now logging off to do homework.
In celebration of a good day, however, like for a short starter? I haven’t filled my queue at all, && with any luck I’ll get to these tomorrow/this weekend, to put in the queue for next week.
Verses may vary, ranging from canon to my resurrection au, so feel free to comment if you want one in particular.
