Sirius O. Black (bloodyrats) wrote in lockewood, @ 2010-06-02 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | bellatrix black, sirius black |
Who: Bellatrix and Sirius
Where: Middle of Brooms street somewhereabouts.
When: Wednesday afternoon
What: Cousinly kinship, I'm sure.
Status/Rating: Incomplete, medium
Lockewood just wasn't the magical place of happiness and rainbows and people skipping down the streets with arms joined that it once was for Sirius. Everything had been so good. And now? He had a neck fucked up by a werewolf's claws, a lover still mad and generally unsympathetic, and now his dearest mother was out there, young but aware her son was going to grow up and betray the family for muggles and muggle-borns and the like.
Sirius thought it was a bit too early to swing by the pub, but certainly not too late to buy a bottle of ale from the grocery mart. The good bloke at the register put it in a nice brown paper bag (because that would keep anyone from knowing what it was) and there he was, wandering down the street, wondering where to go.
After not much adventuring, he thought to himself, why the hell not just stay where he was? He didn't need to go on a nature walk to enjoy his ale. The street was mostly dead.
Sirius plopped down on a bench, opened the bottle, and wet his whistle. Maybe Harry would come by and put on a street act for him to cheer him up.