Sirius O. Black (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pad_foot) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2012-10-03 23:32:00 |
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| Entry tags: | james sirius potter, sirius black |
WHO: Ickle!Jamie Potter and Ickle!Sirius Black
WHAT: The Great Escape. Only magic and in miniature.
WHEN: Backdated to Sunday
WHERE: The park
RATING: Probably low. They're still pretty innocent here.
STATUS: In-progress/Closed
It had been pretty easy to sneak out. Too easy. Sirius was used to smuggling himself and his brother past a whole barrage of things in order to gain a few hours of precious freedom, the most difficult being a mental House Elf. But Kreacher wasn't here and She wasn't here and in fact the only person who was there was that Remus bloke and his jumper, neither of which had appeared to pay much attention to Sirius making a dash for it.
He'd made his way to the park, mostly by luck, and had quickly found one of those muggle playgrounds. He'd seen them a load of times, but had never been allowed to have an actual go. She'd always said that they'd mix with the wrong kinds of children and anyway, they were dirty. Sirius figured they couldn't be any more dirty than the cellar or attic of their house, and She had no problems with him going there. Anyway, he didn't much care what his Mother thought these days. Sirius had recently began to think that there was something... not very nice about some of the things She said.
He might not be worried about being apart from her, but one thing was bothering Sirius Black. Regulus. His little brother wasn't here, and that made him very uncomfortable. Regulus was quiet and careful and needed someone to look after him, or at least direct trouble in another direction, so that he'd be safe. What was happening to him now that Sirius wasn't there?
The young wizard bit on the inside of his cheek nervously as he sat on top of a swing, purposefully dragging his carefully polished shoes along in the dirt below until they were scuffed and dusty. Then there were footsteps and he looked up, recognising the boy he'd been talking to on the muggle box. The Potter. Sirius narrowed his eyes in his direction, not too subtly sizing him up before he decided to speak.
"Hi."
He'd made his way to the park, mostly by luck, and had quickly found one of those muggle playgrounds. He'd seen them a load of times, but had never been allowed to have an actual go. She'd always said that they'd mix with the wrong kinds of children and anyway, they were dirty. Sirius figured they couldn't be any more dirty than the cellar or attic of their house, and She had no problems with him going there. Anyway, he didn't much care what his Mother thought these days. Sirius had recently began to think that there was something... not very nice about some of the things She said.
He might not be worried about being apart from her, but one thing was bothering Sirius Black. Regulus. His little brother wasn't here, and that made him very uncomfortable. Regulus was quiet and careful and needed someone to look after him, or at least direct trouble in another direction, so that he'd be safe. What was happening to him now that Sirius wasn't there?
The young wizard bit on the inside of his cheek nervously as he sat on top of a swing, purposefully dragging his carefully polished shoes along in the dirt below until they were scuffed and dusty. Then there were footsteps and he looked up, recognising the boy he'd been talking to on the muggle box. The Potter. Sirius narrowed his eyes in his direction, not too subtly sizing him up before he decided to speak.
"Hi."