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Since Sirius can get a little murder as a treat (and manslaughter too), may we get a mitm snippet as one 🤲

How can I deny such pleadingly open hands! You may have a little sneak peek, as a treat, for morale:

"Look who I ran into on my way here! What are you conspiring against me, huh?," James asked with a teasing laugh. "Having parties without me?" "Not my idea," Sirius said plainly and looked back into the listings on his screen. "It was suposed to be a surprise for you!," Peter explained quickly and began unpacking the assortment of drinks he had bought. It countained a concerning amount of Dark Fruit. "For me?" James dropped down next to Sirius and peered over his shoulder onto his phone. "Is it my birthday already? What are you looking at?" "Carbon brushes." "No, but it's his. Or, was," Peter kept explaining pointing at Sirius who had to hold back an eyeroll. It had been so quiet here after everyone had left and now it was so loud. "Oh," James said, suddenly hesitant. "I thought - Do you want to celebrate?" Sirius sighed. "We're not celebrating my fucking birthday, Peter just wanted to have a reason to hang around since he appears to yearn for your presence. Looks like you've been quite neglectful, James," he scolded him with a sneer. "I haven't been that bad. We saw eachother yesterday!" James dropped back into his chair and reached out for the cans on the table. "Did you buy anything zero?" Peter pushed a White Monster towards him. "We only met in the hallway at uni... I also got vodka, if you want to mix." James pulled a face and shook his head but cracked the can open. Then he finally spotted the white and partly assembled elephant in the corner of the kitchen. "What is that?" "Take a guess, Sherlock, I'm sure you can find out yourself," Sirius murmured, still entrenched in his research for parts. Apparently there were several places that sold washing machines in the area but none of them seemed to sell seperate parts. Sirius typed "scrapyard"" into the search bar. Maybe he could sneak on there and find a decently in shape one there and take the brushes with him... James swatted at him. "I can see that it's a washing machine. But why is it here and where did it come from?" "We carried it upstairs, from the pavement. The brushes are worn down and the shops around here are all fucking useless." "If you wanted a washing machine you could have just told me," James said and took a sip from his can. "I could have just ordered one."

I was yearning for Sirius being a sarcastic bitch again, so this was fun to write 😂 it's not from the next chapter though. Quite a bit ahead of us until then!

Next chapter will probably come next week so stay tuned!!

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Snippet time

Thank you @plecotusauritus for tagging me! I debated a little on where to take the snippet from but here is some more of Chapter 9 Man in the Mirror!

“Look,” Remus said in that tone he always used when he found that James was going off the deep end again. “I may not know Sirius very well, but I have seen him and he looks like - Like someone who doesn't have issues advocating for himself.” James snorted at his tone. “Oh wait, is that why you are like that? You're scared of him?” “I didn't say that!” “But you are, aren't you?,” James chuckled, now full on amused. “Worried I bring the crazy man into our dorm and he'll stab you at night!” Remus pressed his lips into a line. “I'm more worried about you getting stabbed. I am hardly going to be his target if he flips.” If he flips. James didn't like the sound of that. As if Sirius were some volatile monster. But before he could even begin to protest, Remus seemed to become aware of the implications of his words as well and pulled a face. “I didn't mean it like that. It's just - Sometimes people do things that are out of their control at the moment and - I just know what it's like.“ “He wouldn't hurt me,” James said earnestly. “I'm sure he wouldn't. Not on purpose at least.”

Foreshadowing?? Who knows!!

NP tagging @caslyra @neverenoughmarauders @sc0rpiflow3r

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I don't think I could ever be a professional writer because who would let me publish this kind of nonsense?

It wasn't exactly the way James preferred to spend his Saturday but at least this would distract him a little from Sirius being gone and the worry that was eating at him like a determined army of snails on a vegetable garden.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Man in the Mirror | Chapter 15

Miss Grottoworth folded her hands in her lap. "So, how have you been lately?" Sirius scowled, keeping his eyes fixed at the thin curtains filtering the light from outside. He didn't like it when people pretended like they didn't ask that question with a clear expectation. "Perfectly splendid." He leaned back into the chair and drummed his fingers against the armrests. "Fine then." Grottoworth sat up straighter than he had deemed possible and adjusted her glasses in the same manner a knight closed his visor before battle. "During our last appointment, several weeks ago, you mentioned a trip to London to attend your brother's funeral. I assume that went well then?"

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Happy May Day to all comrades who celebrate!!! I hope none of you work today!

This is the first "seasonal" chapter and I am very proud I managed to actually line it up haha 😂 I'm taking you for a bit of a ride here but as always I promise things will be okay in the end!!! Hope you enjoy reading on AO3.

Man in the Mirror | Chapter 13

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"Higher!" "There?" "Little to the left - Oh yes, that's perfect. Okay keep it there - " "Are you coming? I don't know how long I can hold this." "Yes, wait, I'm almost there!" Sirius took an audible bite of his apple and observed the scene in front of him with unbridled amusement. "Do you think they notice what they sound like?," James chuckled and leaned against the bar next to him.

"I fucking hope not," Sirius chuckled with his mouth full. "That would ruin my entire perception of Sprinkles."

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last lines

Thank you @plecotusauritus for tagging me. Here it is:

James laughed and sat up. "If I had know it was that easy! Cancel your therapy appointments, I'm getting another sack of them tomorrow!"

Sack of what? It's your guess!!

Tagging @caslyra @neverenoughmarauders @goldenlionprince

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It's FRIDAY, my deranged companions 🐸 I hope you're all looking forward to the weekend, as foretold by Rebecca.

We're doing a little digging in Sirius' past in this one so strap in for the ride! I had a lot of fun with this chapter so I hope you'll enjoy reading!!

Man in the Mirror | Chapter 14

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Sirius' hands and knees smacked hard onto the damp grass below the high brick wall that surrounded the clinic. Stinging pain shot through his ankles but he paid it no mind and set off into a sprint, away from the wall and into the woods surrounding the ornate white building behind him from all sides. It was probably meant to deter the patients from escape but for Sirius it had been an incentive: The perfect place to hide. He needed to stay off the path at all cost. The morning air was hurting his lungs as he sucked it in with greedy gasps. Soon the sun would fully rise and then he'd be easy to spot from the clinic in his scrubs. He needed to make it to the treeline before that. He threw a nervous look back over his shoulder but noone seemed to follow him. The windows of the clinic were still dark, apart from the nurses' room upstairs and the porter by the entrance. It was just another quiet morning, the personell enjoying the calm before the storm of wake up calls and morning medications. Nothing hinted that there was anything amiss behind the walls of St. Asclas. Nothing but an open roof hatch and a bent piece of rain pipe laying in the dew covered lawn.

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