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Sirius Black (not_so_serious) wrote in brightlightlogs,

He wagged his tail, back and forth and up and away from the ground and his dwindling careful stance. The movement started out slow, steady, only to become faster with some kind of rush of excitement. James was more of a welcoming sight than clear, flowing water was to a dying man stranded in a desert. His name-- that name-- spoken aloud, that was salvation, a dream becoming solid as he stood watching, anticipating. Padfoot’s ears stood back up to better hear the voice, straining to catch everything, every whisper, every breath. The muscles in his legs twitched. The dog unfroze and he ran, much too happy and astonished to keep still.

Jumping up with all the excitement of a puppy who was finally being taken out of his cage, he pawed and whimpered and licked at his friend’s face. Fearing that he would vanish if he glanced away, Padfoot dared not to look at anything or anybody else. James wasn’t supposed to be there. The dead never came back, no matter how much and how hard you cried for them. And yet, there was no denying his presence.

Now, if only he could somehow make him stay.