Characters: Sirius and Andy Date: Saturday 27th January, 1979 (backdated) Setting: Back at the tents Summary: Sirius and Andy talk after the Mafloy wedding Status: Incomplete
The wedding had been... Strange. Tasteful, beautiful, sure, but mostly just really fucking strange. Being Fabian had been sort of amazing. Sirius had been on his best behavior, but he had a weird feeling that he could have been his normal self and no one would have cared. Regulus, Bellatrix, even his mother had been... Polite. Welcoming. He still didn't know what to think about that.
He and Andy slipped out as the party began to wonder down, not wanting to push their luck any further. They apparated back to the camp site and checked in with the real Gid and Fay. It was important that the stories were straight.
Sirius didn't feel like sleeping yet, and he had a feeling Andy didn't either. They ended up just wandering for a while, but when a flat rock came into sight they wordlessly decided to stop. Sirius leaned against Andy's shoulder, knowing she must be hurting more than she was letting on.
"Narcissa looked pretty," he offered quietly. It was true, after all, no matter how he felt about this whole rushed marriage. Fuck, he wished he had a cigarette.