#(sirius 001)

[pauliehughes]

Tagging: @rxgblck @pxdfootx​

There was a possibility that she’d been spending too much time with Regulus, but they did have rather big blocks away from each other the last few days. She had work, and well she wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing during those times, but probably visiting Emmeline or maybe other members of the Order too. So, with that in mind, she didn’t feel all that bad heading back to check on Regulus after work that day. Paulie waved goodbye to Mary as they parted ways and started the trip to the safe house, apparating close enough to it that it was a short walk, but not too close as to alarm any charms protecting it. She didn’t need to disturb whoever kept track of the safe houses just because she was once again visiting Regulus.

Once at the front door, Paulie lifted her hand and gave a soft knock waiting for Regulus to open the door and let her in. She considered that he might not have been home, but it was nearing dinner time and she didn’t think he’d be going out. As the time ticked by she was beginning to think she had missed him, or he was sleeping. Maybe Mary would have invited him to dinner, no no, she’d just seen Mary and she would have probably mentioned it to her, probably would have invited her too. It could have been that she hadn’t knocked hard enough, that he’d been too far from the door to hear her. She reached out her hand again, knocking a little louder this time and considering that she should say something to let him know it’d been her and not a stranger. It was too late once she’d open her mouth to say something the door had already started to open, well, she could probably just continue it wasn’t like someone else was opening his door. “Hey Reg, I know we didn’t have plans today, but I haven’t really seen you too much recently and I just wanted to check on you.”

[autumn-thcmpscn]

Where: Hog’s Head Inn Who: Autumn & @sirivsblack​

There wasn't much that Autumn enjoyed, but drinking was one of those few things. The moment her shift was over, she was out of the Three Broomsticks as quickly as possible. There was a time she would have settled on any bar to get drunk at, but ever since she began working at the Broomsticks she preferred to be anywhere but there when she wasn't getting paid. Slinging her bag over her shoulder as she pushed open the heavy door, Autumn made her way up the road to the Hog's Head. Although it wasn't her favourite bar, anywhere was better than hanging around work after her shift was over.

Her head remained down as she walked, her feet leading the way as she had become familiar with the route to the Hog's Head considering she showed up there almost every night as of late. She hated being considered a regular customer, perhaps she would have to stop showing up there for a few weeks. But it was far too late tonight, as she was already at the doors of the shabby old inn. Sighing heavily as she entered, Autumn walked directly to the bar, sitting herself down in one of the stools. "Firewhiskey," She practically demanded as she noticed the body behind the counter approach her, eyes not even looking up before she placed her order. As much as she liked Aberforth, she didn't feel like engaging in conversation with him, not sober anyway. But the voice that answered her wasn't Aberforth, her eyes finally flashing up to see who it was. "Sirius?" She questioned, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Since when do you work here?"

[sxriusly]

who: self-para, involving @marloweprewett where: the front steps of the Ministry when: January 23rd, 1983

Dark clouds lay stagnant overhead, keeping almost any sunlight from reaching down to where Sirius stood. He had the coffee and sweets in hand that he planned to bring as a surprise gift to James, but now faced an obstacle that he should’ve expected, but hadn’t. In front of the Ministry, inside of which was the friend he was aiming to cheer up, was a crowd of protesters.

Sirius should’ve put two and two together, but he hadn’t. He’d been tangentially aware that people would be protesting today and he of course knew where James worked, he just hadn’t connected that one would keep him from the other. As he shifted his weight back and forth between his left and ride side, he debated apparating inside. It was the easiest way to get past the crowd without causing any kind of scene, but it was also a bitch to apparate with a hot liquid in hand. He could always ditch the coffee, but he didn’t particularly want to just show up with sweets...

At an impasse, Sirius surveyed the crowd more closely, looking for an easy path that might make up his mind for him. However, instead of finding a path, his attention was captured by a fiery redhead moving through the crowd. Perfectly in character, she didn’t let anything slow her down, weaving and, Sirius assumed, politely asserting her way through the mass of people.

Everything was fine, other than the fact that Sirius was casually people watching his ex, until a bolt of green fire shot forth from the crowd.

It was impossible to discern who cast the spell from where he was standing, but as the flames licked at protesters, Sirius couldn’t care less who cast it. The only thing he was focused on was the location of the fiery redhead that he could now no longer see in crowd.

Sirius rushed forward, dropping the coffee and sweets on the damp cobblestone street. As he ran into the thick of it, spells began to fly in every direction, red, green, and blue streaks mixing as panic ensued. The ‘flight response’ people pushed past him in a hurry, but didn’t slow him down. He continued pushing forward, refusing to stop until he found her.

With half the crowd clearing, it didn’t take long. On the ground, in the middle of the breaking riot as a flurry of spells flew overhead, was an unconscious Marlowe Prewett.

Sirius dove onto his knees when he saw her, using his body to shield her without a second thought. Blood flowed from where the back of her head had collided with the stone street and now seeped through her orange locks, dying them a dark red.

After a moment, Sirius pulled back to see her. If she was fine, she would’ve shoved him and told him to get off her. She would’ve either been running to protect someone or firing back in self-defense. But instead, as Sirius gently cradled her head with his hand and tears rolled down his face, she laid there motionless. When he was stretched out over top of her he thought she was still breathing, but now, as blood began to trickle through his fingers, he wasn’t so sure.

Despite all of the horrors racing through his mind, Sirius knew that if they stayed there any longer, they were bound to get caught in the crossfire. He quickly looked around and seeing no safe path out, grabbed his wand. The best he could, he lifted her up into his arms, held her close, and with a quick pop they were gone.

A few seconds after, a bolt of green flames passed through the empty space where they once were. Other than the blood that had made its way onto the stones, there was no trace of them. And so, the riot raged on, unphased by the two witches’ absence.

[elaphxs]

closed | james x sirius

@isntitsirius​

     The sun had long gone over Godric’s Hollow, sunrays replaced by moonbeams. The Potters’ cottage stood only a stone throw away from the center of the village. The square usually would have been filled with people on a crisp, clear night like this; but as nine o’clock and the ministry-mandated curfew drew near the village was a ghost town. 

James was currently sprawled out on the newly erected couch in the living room, so far the only real piece of furniture set up in the room. Moving boxes and trunks filled every corner and aligned the walls. “ I think we did a good job here, ” James began, looking towards Sirius “, I’m going to grab another bit of Ogden’s Old, care for a refill? ” He asked after a beat, pushing himself up from the couch with a quiet groan. As he began to make his way back into the kitchen, the old clock by the front door began to strike. “ Well, would you listen to that, ” James spoke as the last chime ended, “ time flies when you’re building a sofa, doesn’t it Pads? ” he continued, turning his face to look at Sirius again, a classic James Potter smirk taking up his face.

[regulus-blxck]

World Cup Event Where: The Lake District Who: Regulus & @sirivsblack​

Regulus was excited, it was the most excited he had felt in a long time. Emotions besides anger or fear were hard for him to come by as of late, and he figured he better revel in the feeling while he had it. Quidditch was one of the only things that could hold his attention as of late, and because the Wold Cup was hosting school teams, it made it much more interesting. Almost half of the Hogwarts team was made up of his old Slytherin house mates, it brought a sense of pride to Regulus, to know he was playing with some of the best back when he was on the team. There was nothing that could ruin his day - or so he thought.

Just as he turned away from the Honeydukes vendor after receiving his pumpkin pasties, a familiar face appeared nearby. The last words he spoke to Sirius definitely weren't the most pleasant and if he were being honest to himself, they were a little regrettable. But he would never admit that out loud. Regulus could feel his anger reappearing, he didn't want to bump in to his brother, not while he was actually having a good time. It seemed as though he may not have had a choice, Sirius was alone, which was a rare occasion. Straightening his back and marching forward with confidence in his steps, Regulus went out of his way to purposely knock his shoulder off of Sirius' as he passed by, pausing afterwards to look directly at his brother. "Sorry, didn't see you there." were the only words that could come out of his mouth.

[unspeakablevance]

Where: Emm’s flat Who: Emm && @sxriusly​

She had never been a big sister. The baby of the family until eleven years and then an only child of an elderly single working woman from eleven onward. Independence had been the defining aspect of her life and yet discovering camaraderie in the form of the Order had taught her that she didn’t always have to do things alone. When it came to the younger members, she was sometimes torn in that it was a strange dynamic when most of them had been involved in the war longer than she had but there was a protectiveness in her and a inclination to try and nurture them. With Sirius in particular, there was an affinity. Both had left the constrictive cages of their families and found refuge in a freer life. If she was going to think of herself as a big sister to anybody nowadays, it would be him.

“Oh good, you made it,” she said when she opened the door to him. She had known he would, of course, but in growing comfortable with Sirius she had discovered entertainment in teasing him. “I wouldn’t want you to miss your monthly vegetable. Food will be ready in about twenty minutes. Do you want a drink?”

[orionselwyn]

who: @oftherebels​ when: idk, evening?? where: some pub

Orion didn’t usually drink in public anymore. There were far too many prying eyes and he knew even the smallest mistake could end up in something disastrous. So, it wasn’t like he was planning on stopping by on his way back from work. It was just that he saw Sirius sitting alone in a booth, staring at his drink and the look on his face worried him. Orion was often concerned about Sirius. He had just come to accept it as the natural order of things between them. So he pushed the door open, making his way over to him. “Mind if I join you?” 

[lvpin-remvs]

Who: @rascality​ When: The morning of January 2nd, 1979 Where: Remus & Sirius’ shared flat

Remus awoke much earlier than Sirius did. Despite what others might believe, due to his nickname being 'Moony,' Remus was always more of a morning person. They were spending the holidays together, Remus didn't want to bother his parents too much and only spent Christmas Eve with them, and he didn't blame Sirius one bit for not wanting to see his parents for Christmas. Slowly making his way out of bed, Remus shuffled in to the kitchen and flicked his wand at the kettle, he was basically useless before his tea. He moved to the front door, opening it to find their copy of The Daily Prophet at his feet. He plopped the paper down on the kitchen table while he prepared his tea, then picked it back up and wondered in to the front room where he settled himself down and opened the paper while sipping his tea.

The headline caught his attention right away, 'Breaking News!' This couldn't be good.

He quickly scanned over the article before he tossed the paper down and jumped up quickly. The news had woken him up much more than his tea could have. Remus basically ran in to Sirius' room, shaking him lightly, "Padfoot!" He whispered, "Wake up, something's happened."