sirius black will never grow up. (pranksmith) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-04-20 12:12:00 |
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Where was he? Sirius rolled over and coughed. The hell? Opening his eyes slowly, Sirius realized he had just breathed in a lungful of coal smoke. Why was his house on fire and why was his bed so hard? Sirius blinked a few times, and realized he was looking up at the sky, not his misshaped wooden plank ceiling. Well then. Slowly, memories began to come back to him. He had gone to party - that explained why he was on the ground. That party had involved dancing, drinking, and a lot of blood. Aw, fuck, who died? Rolling back onto his side, Sirius pushed off the ground with his arms. Upon looking around he found out who died. Not one or two, but what looked like dozens of chickens lay scattered on the ground. Had he killed chickens last night? He was sore, that much was certain. Every inch of him was stiff. No one else was here, but all Sirius could focus on was the stench of fire radiating off his skin. That would teach him not to sleep next to the fire again. With a sigh, Sirius decided he might as well get on his way. James was probably looking for him, and he had so much to tell him. Sirius remembered lots of glorious girls willing to please his every desire. Maybe that's why he was so sore. And so, without thinking, Sirius started to wander into town. He was so comfortable in his naked skin that he didn't even realize he was wearing no clothing. Within minutes, muggles were upon him. Women were yelling out things, and men were grabbing his arms. "The hell?" Sirius said out loud. What was happening? It didn't take Sirius long to realize he wasn't wearing pants. "Oops," he replied with a sheepish grin. They didn't like that. In a whirlwind of movement, Sirius was suddenly not outside anymore, but instead in what looked like a fake courtroom. Or, well, maybe it was a real one from the past. He guessed it had to be. A trial began and Sirius still struggling to piece together the events that led him here. Man, some hangover. James would laugh his ass right off once he found out. A bunch of people said nutty things, and Sirius was just happy to watch. His eyes were heavy though - he needed more sleep. Somewhere that wasn't the ground beside a fire. The people were saying something about witchcraft and evil and that sort of nonsense. Great. Sirius was bored. He didn't understand what was going on, and he just wanted to leave. Then the courtroom shifted on him. They asked him to say the Lord's prayer. Sirius looked back at one man with bewilderment in his eyes. He couldn't be serious. The man asked again. Oh hell, what was this! Even though he knew better, Sirius burst out laughing. How couldn't he? These people! They were all so crazy. Hell, they almost made Walburga look like a peach. Sirius' laughter stirred the crowd and they all started yelling. His head was pounding, so Sirius simply closed his eyes and tried to block it out. In doing so, he felt his arms grabbed once again, and his feet led elsewhere. How much time had past since he woke up? Two - three hours? That trial felt like five on its own. At the moment Sirius was in a shack, his hands and feet shackled together. This wasn't looking so good, nor was it funny anymore. After what felt like an eternity, the shed door opened and Sirius grinned. "Sweet relief!" Once again, not the best thing for Sirius to do. One man started mumbling mumbo jumbo about God and wicked ways and demanded he repented. Sirius, not understanding any of this, just stared back is disbelief. Then he was grabbed and led somewhere else. Up stairs and on to a wooden plaotfo That was Sirius' only thought when he was shoved to the trapdoor and the noose was fashioned around his neck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. He didn't know where his wand or journal was, he had no idea where the fuck everyone else was, and he was about to be freaking hung. Well - at least he'd be with Jamie and Maddie. The kids were Sirius' last thought when the trap door released. Sirius died with a smile. |