Date: Mid-afternoon February 20, 2982 Location: Potter Estate Starter: @frankdavis--longbottom
Sirius paced back and forth. Every once in a while, his hand would move toward the pocket holding Regulus’ letter--no, the letter; he couldn’t say for sure it was Regulus’--but he would snatch it back rather quickly. He was a mess. His conversation with Peter last night had been helpful, but he still felt all torn up. He should talk to the inner circle about it, but Sirius was afraid they’d try to take and control everything. He needed to be ready to be firm about what he would say to convince them that this needed to be his mission. Not only did the letter say as much, but Sirius refused to put anyone else in danger. They couldn’t lose more people, especially not right now. Not after... Sirius was still walking mental circles around that part too. He’d cried with Lily, and he’d woken up with his eyes wet and crusty more than once since. But it was still too much.
Sirius was so wrapped up in his own mind that when a hint of movement caught his eye, he whirled around and fumbled for his wand. Sirius was normally so quick on the draw, and his slowly scared him. Everything was causing him to crack, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
“How long have you been standing there?” he asked, lowering his wand again when he realized it was Frank in the doorway.















