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Are you fucking Sirius? (beingsirius) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-13 20:14:00

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eddie kaspbrak, sirius black

Who: Sirius Black, Eddie Kaspbrak
What: Building a hammock
Where: The Loser’s House
When: Saturday, 10-12

Admittedly, Sirius hadn’t really been the most helpful of the adults during this whole children debacle. Sure, he’d shrunk a few items down and helped a tiny version of Tony Stark find some groceries, but he wasn’t out there offering to feed kids thrice daily or setting up playpens or whatever it was the rest of the people in town were doing. Mostly because — well. When he’d been a younger thing (not all that long ago — Sirius wasn’t especially old, he’d only turned twenty less than a month ago now) he would have done an awful lot of things to have the kind of freedom these kids were having right now.

Some needed help though, and Sirius wasn’t the sort of wizard or man to ignore someone when they were asking for it. Or when they talked about how shit their mum was. Because if nothing else? He got that. So he left a note for Remus, stuck his wand in his back pocket and then got to gathering a few things that he’d need to transfigure the absolute best hammock that wizardry could make.

The thing about little Eddie was, Sirius didn’t know him. So he wasn’t even really all that sure if he was a kid on accident this week or if he’d shown up that way or not. He also hadn’t thought to ask where he lived. But Starklandia was rather small, and no other houses had initials carved into a spot that was bizarrely low down on the door. Or at all really. But there it was. R + E. It didn’t take anyone clever to figure that one out and Sirius was clever.

So he knocked.

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ekaspbrak
2019-10-28 05:15 am UTC (link)

Eddie would love Remus. He would probably attempt to follow Sirius home and just live with them if it weren't for Richie. Knowing Richie meant knowing his family and realizing that, maybe, Wentworth and Maggie Tozier weren't terrible people but they were distant with their son. Maybe worst. None of the Losers had had ideal family lives but none of them had truly understood that either. What it meant, however, was that Eddie was protective of Richie. He was wary of the adults he brought his friend around and that had nothing to do with the possibility that the adults could become annoyed. It had everything to do with Richie's feelings. Eddie understood that there were some wounds no amount of band-aids could ever fix and some sorrows that ran so deep even he couldn't pull Richie out of them.

They didn't actually need adult supervision anyway. They were fine. They were eating, they were (mostly) staying out of trouble, and Eddie made sure they kept clean. They were sleeping too even if they were staying up way past whatever bed time had been established for them back home and just relying on themselves to pass out wherever when they became tired enough. Best of all, they'd spent hours just running through the house without Eddie getting short of breath once. They'd rolled around in the grass (Richie more than him) without Eddie's allergies acting up. The alarm set on a watch that was too big for him had gone off several times reminding him to take the pills he didn't have and nothing had happened. The last one still made him panic a little. Feel a little more anxious because his mother had him believing he'd die without it. He was still alive though. Still in one piece so he was probably fine.

He returned pretty quickly to the place he'd been sitting before. Near enough to Sirius on the floor to see what he was doing but far enough to be out of the way. He wasn't Stan so, normally, he wouldn't mind being a little annoying but he was a little too amazed by what Sirius was doing, could do to actively try it. "I've never been cool." He laughed, sharing the information a little easier than one would expect. He was fine with it, really. The Losers had never been popular but it didn't matter. They had each other. While they weren't here he, at least, had Richie.

He scrunched his nose up curiously at some of the words Sirius used. "Muggles? Accio?" He was smart enough to realize that the first word probably meant him and people like him. Individuals without magic. Those who couldn't wave a wand and do something useful like shrink clothing or turn something into something else. He couldn't figure out accio. "If I ask nicely and he's in the right mood, Richie will get it for me." That was a lie. Eddie never had to ask nicely. "And sometimes I'll get Richie whatever he forgot. Or we both get up and get it ourselves." Look, it wasn't perfect but it was something that had to be done. They had a system and a lot of friends who were willing to toss things over to one another.

He fell silent after that, just watching Sirius work in a silent sort of amazement. "Easy for people like you, you mean." He said because he could never figure it out. He didn't have magic and he wasn't Ben so he was terrible at building things.

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beingsirius
2019-10-29 01:31 am UTC (link)

Sirius laughed when Eddie outright admitted to never having been cool -- it was charming in it's own right, and he didn't doubt that the kid figured it so. But Sirius wasn't so sure he believed it, either, because Eddie again reminded him a little of Remus. Who was a little nerdy, and looked a little fragile maybe but had a dry wit about him that was unrivaled, and who had easily fit in with Sirius and James -- coming up with some of the very best pranks that had been unleashed in the halls of Hogwarts. Eddie looked like he could cause some real mischief if he set his mind to it, and Sirius made a mental note to encourage a bit of misbehaving later on.

"Non-wizards, basically," Sirius said with a nod, standing up to test the sturdiness of the hammock frame he'd built up. "S'what we all call you. It's not overly polite sounding around regular people, I s'pose, but it is what it is. And accio --" He grinned. "Accio blanket," he said and a bit of cloth that he'd had in his trunk flew out of it, directly to his hand. "Summoning! Like I said, I dunno how you lot do it. Even if you ask Richie very politely." Which Sirius wisely doubted was the case, because two best friends were never all that polite to each other if they didn't have to be.

The blanket, he changed a bit, turning it into something thicker, more durable but also still comfortable and flexible, and attached it to the frame he'd made. "And oh. I dunno? I think in general. Mugg--regular people. They've got science and alchemy and can turn plenty of things into other things even without magic. Although being here -- there's a lot of different kinds. I don't think it's unlearnable even for people like you." That last bit was a tease based on Eddie's own words. "Try your new hammock out," he invited.

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ekaspbrak
2019-11-06 05:25 am UTC (link)

The Losers had been cool in their own way. Unfortunately, they were the only ones who'd thought so. Eddie couldn't say what it was about them that made them targets for bullies. He assumed it had something to do with their differences. There were other criticisms too. Darker, meaner things that hit closer to home and forced both himself and Richie to deny a lot of who they were. Sirius, however, was doing wonders at getting Eddie to accept himself and open up a little about it all. He could probably talk Eddie into a few pranks pretty easily.

He listened to Sirius explanation of the phrases, the other confirming what Eddie thought he'd meant. "I've been called worst." He admitted. Muggle wasn't a slur. It wasn't supposed to hurt, he didn't think. It was just meant to differentiate between those with magic and without. In any case it sounded far more polite than anything any of the Losers had had thrown their way. Falling silent again he watched as the blanket flew over into Sirius' hand. That was probably a better trick than getting Richie to grab something for him. He'd never actually been too polite about asking but something about the way the other boy looked at him when he was a little mean and a lot demanding made him think that Richie preferred it.

"I'm not the building type." Eddie said as he got up and walked towards the hammock. "That's Ben. Ben's the builder. He reinforced our clubhouse." He'd found it too though Eddie wasn't sure how. He also wasn't sure what a place like that was doing in Derry but the town was strange so he wasn't trying to think about it too hard. Climbing in (with just a little struggle because hammocks were weird without someone else in them already) he stretched out in it and smiled. It was comfortable. More so than the one in the clubhouse but only by a little and it was big. There was room enough for Richie and himself. They could probably fit a whole third person in with them. "It's perfect. Richie will agree." He said, smile big and bright. "Thank you, Sirius."

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beingsirius
2019-11-07 03:26 am UTC (link)

Sirius was an accepting sort. He believed very much in being yourself, even if no one else around wanted to agree with it. If that meant shunning family and other adults and just doing what felt right with those who felt right? Then that was the proper course of action. He knew this, he knew it to be absolute fact even if he'd lost a lot of things when he'd taken his own path.

He hoped Eddie wouldn't have lost so much too, but didn't feel all that worried about it because it seemed like he'd be just fine, like he had a lot of friends to back him up. And a very important one of them with him in the here and now.

"I'm not done yet," Sirius said with a smile, even as he moved to work on some shelves. "So you've got some time. Tell me about your Losers."

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ekaspbrak
2019-11-11 10:39 pm UTC (link)

Eddie couldn't help but smile when Sirius brought up his friends. They were his family. Occasionally he believed they were more of a family to him than his own mother. Of course, he immediately felt guilty whenever that thought crossed his mind. His mother did so much for him. She loved him so much... but her love was suffocating. It wasn't like his friends.

"I love them." He said simply. It was true. He loved each and every one of them in an intense sort of way. He often wondered if everyone loved their friends like that or, maybe, they were just a special group. Maybe they loved each other so much because no one else loved them. "They're... It's like, when I'm with them, I feel..." How did he explain it? "Well. I can forget that I'm not or that there are things I can't do because, when I'm with them, I feel like I can." Maybe that wasn't the best explanation but, for a kid like Eddie, it meant a lot.

"I wish they were here. You'd like them. All of them. Bill's our leader." And Bill was great. He was somewhere close to being the best. Eddie loved him. Just not as much as he loved Richie. The same could be said for any of the Losers. They were all great in their own way but no one came close to being Richie. Though Stan did come in a close second if only because there were similarities between him and Eddie. "Then there's Stan who has a cute nose and likes birds but doesn't like when I tease him. Richie, of course. Ben, who found and fixed up our clubhouse and hung the hammock Richie and I fight over, Mike is homeschooled but he knows a lot about nature and Bill seems to really like having him around. He hasn't been hanging out with us as long as the others. I don't think he really considers himself a part of the group but he is. And then Beverly is the only girl. Richie's best friend who Ben has a crush on. She has a crush on Bill but that's..." He shrugged his shoulders as if that was no big deal really. "Everyone has or had a crush on Bill once. Anyway, Bev's probably the bravest out of all of us and has the best aim. She hit Henry Bowers in the head with a rock during the rock war."

It was just a short little description of most of them. He wasn't about to talk about Richie because he wouldn't actually know when to stop. Not with Sirius encouraging him to talk and telling him it was okay to feel certain things. He had a little less of a filter with the other.

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