#siriusiii

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“it’s just a feeling.” james is half asleep and morose, sitting straight up in his bed with so many dark thoughts swirling around in his head. it feels like he’s been touched by a dementor, such awful things having woken him up... he feels sick, his stomach twisting and turning and knotting as he sits there, wide hazel eyes moving to sirius as his friend moves forward. he wants comfort - yearns for it, the feeling is so strong. “i feel like something bad’s going to happen, but i don’t know what.”

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@siriusiii -- from here

    “Anything?” Lily sighed. She never really thought of it before. But the thought was there, she even said it. “A bird.” Lily finally said. If she could be anything she would be a bird, and it didn’t have to be a specific bird either, just a bird. “I would love to be free and go where ever I want to.” 

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@siriusiii from here -

“behave yourself.” walburga responds, neither affection nor animosity in her tone as her hand finds sirius’ back in order to push her son toward the train - and further away from herself. it’s true, she’s never been a fan of physical affection ( she never liked how close the children would get when they were small and ill or unhappy, their hands and faces sticky with morgana-knew-what ). “do, and if you’ve forgotten anything, i’ll send it to you in the morning. we’ll see you at christmas.”

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@siriusiii from here -

“not that bad?” james is just about ready to haul off, to break something at the sight of sirius sitting in that bed, marked up from whatever the fuck he’d been up to. he looked like he’d picked a fight with the whomping willow.

“they sound like lies, plain and simple. and of course i have to worry about you, you’re the closest thing to a brother i have!”

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a wrinkle in time.

@PRAT SELF.​

lemon-sour expression. “ wonderful.” sirius barks out, dry sarcasm oozing as he’s now confronted with the fact that he’s face-to-face with his teenage self. what year was it even ? and what in the bloody hells is he going to do now ? not only a few moments ago he was about to break out of hogwarts with buckbeak, thanks to the help of harry and his frizzy-haired friend.

“ i always forgot how bloody brilliant that jacket was --- shame i lost it. really, don’t let marlene borrow it. “ he mutters.  

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bellatrix’s smile is lumos-bright as sirius scoots away; there’s nothing she enjoys more than making her ( least favourite ) cousin uncomfortable. “i’d share it proudly, sirius. i’m no coward.”

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@siriusiii from here - 

james is far from feeling humourous this evening, his expression neutral - but underneath lies something like fear, or the beginnings of it. still, his lips twitch involuntarily at sirius’ grin, an automatic reaction he can’t quite control these days.

he mostly disregards the comment on his intelligence - mostly. a screwed up ball of parchment flies in his friend’s direction - but james has bigger fish to fry right now. “just... happiness never lasts, does it?”