Who: Sirius Black (doggo) & various What: catch-all spot for some planned log threads + a spillover from the overflow post When: month of September Where: various Warning(s): language at worst probably. will update if necessary!
[ He toys with his own glass, and thinks about his sister. Will he ever see her again? It's silly - back at home, he hadn't spoken to her for years, too nervous of her reputation to risk it. But now she's here, under glass, he wants nothing more than to talk with her again, to sit and listen to her sarcastic jokes and odd little digressions...He misses Nadine. ]
[He shouldn't be so easily swayed toward distrust. He should remain grateful. The Orbiters have done a great deal for Sirius, but if they keep Harry under glass to force some obedience out of him--that's the sort of ask that Sirius rankles under. If they want him to trade his life for Harry's, that would be easier for him to manage. Being kept in holding is not for him.]
They resurrected my best mate.
[Maybe it's the alcohol that gets him to confess as much. He chases that fact with a swallow of whiskey. When he puts the glass back down on the bartop, it is with a bit too much force.]
Brought him back to life, just as they said they would. He's been dead thirteen years and it's like it's never been. There's no magic in all the world that can do that, where I'm from.
I'm not going to work against anyone that's done that for me.
[But he isn't going to be happy about it, either. That's why he's got his hand clenched so tightly on the glass.]
[ By tilts his head slightly to the side, and tries not to look too interested. Dear heavens. Bodily resurrection of the dead. It's positively theological. ]
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[ He toys with his own glass, and thinks about his sister. Will he ever see her again? It's silly - back at home, he hadn't spoken to her for years, too nervous of her reputation to risk it. But now she's here, under glass, he wants nothing more than to talk with her again, to sit and listen to her sarcastic jokes and odd little digressions...He misses Nadine. ]
They have all the power in this situation.
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They resurrected my best mate.
[Maybe it's the alcohol that gets him to confess as much. He chases that fact with a swallow of whiskey. When he puts the glass back down on the bartop, it is with a bit too much force.]
Brought him back to life, just as they said they would. He's been dead thirteen years and it's like it's never been. There's no magic in all the world that can do that, where I'm from.
I'm not going to work against anyone that's done that for me.
[But he isn't going to be happy about it, either. That's why he's got his hand clenched so tightly on the glass.]
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[ By tilts his head slightly to the side, and tries not to look too interested. Dear heavens. Bodily resurrection of the dead. It's positively theological. ]
Does he remember having been dead?
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[Voldemort. Betrayal. Peter. Sirius stares, fixedly, into his glass.]
It's theirs to tell if they want to tell it. All I'm saying is that having them back, the two of them, isn't a gift to think twice about.
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And yet your ambivalence is as clear as this whiskey.
[ He holds up the translucent drink. ]