Sirius Black | Harry Potter (orionsdog) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-09-02 12:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2017 september, ~25 points, ~~james potter (gryffindorprat), ~~~sirius black (orionsdog) |
WHO: Sirius Black and James Potter
WHAT: A talk about things that aren't necessarily happy
WHEN: Saturday
WHERE: Their place
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Started in Gdocs, continued in comments
Sirius hadn’t told James about what had happened with Amy. It was embarrassing for one thing, and for another, he didn’t like to think about it.. He’d never lost control when James was alive. That was something that was strictly because of Azkaban. Remembering Azkaban meant remembering why he was in Azkaban, and he desperately wanted to ignore that and everything that had to do with it. James and Lily were here, and alive, and happy, and he just wanted to concentrate on that, thank you very much.
But the more he didn’t tell James, the worse he felt. He’d never kept secrets from him before. He didn’t like doing it. It felt wrong on a hundred different levels.
So at breakfast that morning, when Lily was in messing with Harry, Sirius turned to him and said, trying to sound calm:
“So, I hooked up with Amy a few weeks ago and gave her an allergic reaction when I shifted into Padfoot in my sleep. Cool, huh?”
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That was certainly sudden.
James blinked, and coughed a little, halfway through a sip of tea. “I’m sorry. What?”
There was a lot wrong with that announcement. First of all, that Sirius even remembered the girl’s name. That wasn’t like him. Second, that this was the first James was hearing about it. He and Sirius usually talked about his friend’s exploits. James wouldn’t trade his life with Lily for anything but it was nice to live vicariously.
Third, none of them had ever lost control and shifted without meaning to. They were brilliant at transfiguration and their animagus spells had been flawless. That wasn’t right at all.
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Sirius raised an eyebrow. He'd surprised James, which was actually pretty amusing. He'd thought that by now there wasn't a thing he could do to blow his friend's mind. Apparently he'd found something. But the truth was, he was troubled, too. Like James knew as well, their animagus spells at been perfect and nothing like that had ever happened before. Well, not until Azkaban.
He cleared his throat. This was far from pleasant to talk about.
"Um, in Azkaban," he said carefully. "The Dementors didn't bother me as much when I was Padfoot. Sometimes they'd pass me by entirely. I usually slept as a dog for that reason."
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