Sirius Orion Black (homeoffleas) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2011-07-24 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | dominique weasley, sirius black |
Who: Sirius and Dom
What: Returning to Ridgeway
Where: Cabin 019
When: Sunday afternoon
Warnings: Cuteness?
Sirius paced up and down the ten feet long cell that had been his home for too long. He had survived yet another winter. The snow outside was beginning to melt and Sirius tried everything to keep warm. Which was currently walking, the battered blanket wrapped around his body. He had done it for over an hour now but he still kept moving. There was nothing else to do.
Suddenly the world around him changed. Sirius blinked. He stood in the middle of a bedroom. A bright and warm bedroom. “Err… what the hell?” he whispered hoarsely. His eyes scanned his surroundings, wide in awe. This couldn’t be real. Except… except that he remembered it. Yes, he’s been here before. He knew this bedroom. How could he be here? Sirius had the feeling that he knew the answer, he just couldn’t remember it. Maybe something like an inverse dementor effect. You remembered something good instead of bad. Sirius shut his eyes for a moment. When he opened it, he was still in the familiar and wonderfully warm bedroom. He shrugged. Whatever this was, it was good. Even if it was only temporary.
Four doors led out of the room and he decided to try the one opposite of the bed first. He ended up in a bathroom. Sirius jumped to the two sinks, laughing with glee. Fresh water! A shower! This place had to be paradise. He sprinkled his face with water, drinking some of it. The dirt washed off his hands and face slowly. All Sirius could do was to stare in amazement as the sink got darker and darker. Sirius raised his head again. He nearly jumped away by the look of the man in the mirror.
“Hell, Padfoot, you look like shit, mate.” He didn’t even recognize himself anymore. The person who was staring back at him was not the person he had seen every day of his life when he had looked into the mirror. “This can’t be me,” he whispered. His eyes spotted a pair of scissors. “Uhh, just what I needed,” he commented and began to shorten the mess of hair in his face. One by one the curly beard was removed from his face until only a decent amount of stubbles was left. “There,” he said in a flirty voice. “Nearly handsome again.” Once again, he broke out laughing. He still looked like shit. But Merlin, he loved this place. He couldn’t really describe the feeling he had. Energy mixed with excitement that was dangerously close to hysteria. It was a dream come true. He didn’t know what to do first. Two more doors to explore or… his neck began to itch.
“Shower!” Sirius exclaimed, turning to the one in the bathroom. “You know, I’ve never appreciated you enough. And you, my friend, are fucking gorgeous,” he added, pointing at the toilet. He chuckled shortly before he started to undress. The blanket lay already forgotten in the bedroom.
The shower was a small wonder. Soft, warm water drops massaging his back and taking the dirt with them. He didn’t know how long he stood there and just enjoyed the feeling. All the while the feeling that he had been here before, that he had done this before kept nagging at him. It was like memories slowly coming back to him and falling into place. He was sure that he had been here a few years ago.
Steam began to surround him and diminished his sight. Sirius stepped outside and grabbed the nearest towel he could find. He quickly dried himself and bound it around his hips. He left his robe where it lay and tried to see if he could find any new clothes in the bedroom. His vision cleared again as he left the bathroom.
Looking down at himself, he frowned. His body was only a shell of what it had once been. The ribs were clearly visible and his skin was filled with scratch marks from his attempts to get rid of the itching. He looked away again, his mind burning with memories from that horrid prison. It seemed so far away and yet the danger of going back was dangerously close. He still couldn’t explain why he was here. He knew that the answer was stuffed somewhere in the back of his mind. He just needed to remember.
Sirius shook his head. “Where was I? Oh yes, clothes,” he reminded himself, this time less cheerfully. He went through the closet, he found in the room, and was amazed to spot robes that looked just like the ones he wore before everything happened. “I had one just like this.” He pulled out a red one. It had a belt with a buckle in the form of a lion head attached to it. “Amazing and they told me that it was a unicum. Liars!” He laughed, tossed away the towel and slipped into the robe. With the new robe he almost felt like a new person. “Let’s pick the next door.”
He chose the one to his left and ended up in a half-empty room. Various toys and utensils for babies lay around. There was something important he was missing. Something related to this room. He hit the back of his hand with his palm. “Damn! Why can’t I remember?” Shaking his head, he slipped through the next door. No need to dwell on things that lay in his past. He had done that the past couple of years. A hallway with stairs leading downwards greeted him. He decided to try the stairs first. The ground-floor meant a way to the outside and he couldn’t wait to see grass and flowers and trees again. He hurried downstairs and landed in a kitchen.
“Oh, now it gets complicated. Outside or food?” He looked between his two options. “Outside? Food? Food!” He pointed towards the kitchen counter and with four long steps reached it. He opened cupboard after cupboard, grabbing different things, taking a bite and leaving them on the table. Apple, cheese, biscuits, yoghurt, nothing that looked remotely interesting was safe.
“Uhh, pasta,” he said amazed as his eyes began to gleam. Sirius was kneeling on the ground, rummaging through the base cabinet. “Sure need to cook you.” The pack of tortellini went onto the counter. “Porridge! Never been your greatest fan.” Nevertheless he put it onto the table. You never knew and it was something eatable after all.