changing seasons like the tides. || gavin&peter
Tonight, Gavin sported a thin build – much like the one that was his by nature, although this one was less bulky. With dark hair and blue eyes, Gavin Flint looked considerably different than his own brown, almost colourless at times, hair and his hazel, almost colourless at times, eyes; tonight, he was a normal man – one who flushed red and whose smiles had already begun to form crinkles at the corners of his eyes.
And yes – tonight, under the guise of his beloved Polyjuice, Gavin had taken the appearance of Sirius Black. Snippets of information ran through his mind – snippets he had managed to retain from the document purging in the Minister’s office of files on everyone a little less than a week ago; he was Mr. Sirius Black, born on the third of November, the year 1959. He lived in a house with a werewolf and left his family at the tender age of 16.
Fact after fact ran through Gavin’s mind as he slipped inside the
Retrieving the hair under the guise of brushing into Sirius Black in a public location was simple enough. It was slipping inside the cottage unseen that was more complex; and yes, here lay the rush of adrenaline that thrummed in his veins, catching in his breath and widening the gray eyes of another that he wore as a disguise.
And there – yes, there, down the hallway, he spotted a bedroom; there, before him, lay his goal. The door was open just a crack, and it seemed as if it was with nearly surreal steps that Gavin made his way toward the inviting door, haphazardly abandoning Sirius Black’s natural gait for his own, which was smoother, in his split second of pure, unadulterated thrill.
But even as the image of him apparating the werewolf from right out under the entire Order’s noses fanned and wisped across his mind, Gavin knew that his mission wouldn’t be as easy as anticipated – for there, from the shadows on the other side of the hallway, he could hear footsteps, echoing, echoing, echoing, clicking, and there, emerging from the shadows—
“Hullo, Peter,” he greeted the figure that the darkness seemed to cling to, to morph and change and swirl around, as if he were a vague part of it that did not belong. A faint smile – tired, but somehow without the forced appearance that so many other smiles sported – pulled at his lips as Gavin attempted to properly fit into the role of Sirius Black.
