Re: Cassandra & Sirius
Sirius let his eyes close as she carded her fingers through his hair. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just her, but he found himself wanting to just let her take over. Release everything, and just do whatever she told him.
He listened to her, really listened. But then she hit on it. His value came from within. But he knew better than anyone how little value he actually had. If he wasn't a Maurauder then he was nothing. He had no internal value. He let out a bitter laugh and sat up, pulling his legs up against his chest unconsciously.
"If that's true then I'm fucked, because there is absolutely nothing in me to value."
The little bubble Cassandra has built around them burst, and Sirius felt the party rush back in. It was suddenly very loud in here. Too loud. Sirius usually liked too loud. It was easy to pretend when everything was noise and action. But now it just felt oppressive. He wondered where Remus was. Or James. He wanted another drink.
"I'll think about what you said. With Peter. Though he might not want to see me."