“He’s so good, Moony. If James were a colour he’d be pure white. Like a cloud. A great white cloud... What if I stain him?”
“Then… I think he’d call it tie-dye.”
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“Are you gonna tell me what colour I am now?" He asked. "And please don’t say white like a cloud.”
“Oh Moony,” Sirius sighed, “you’re the whole bloody sky.”













