Maybe you can believe it, if it helps you to sleep Characters: Sirius, Anyone who wants to show Summary: After all this time, Sirius has some things to say
People needed something hopeful, Sirius decided, as he added a thick line of the heat-sensitive paint along the roots of his eyelashes. On the other hand, there was something to be said for putting your anxieties in disguise to get them out in the open, and everyone with half a brain couldn't help but be anxious about the state of magic. For the twentieth time, he weighed and rejected the idea of starting with Bowie's Five Years. It was just a little too real, right now. For all he knew, the world could be ending.
Power to the Meek, he decided, for hope and defiance, and then some songs to let people hurt and remind them to take care of each other. He waved a handful of gold to the left, letting the dusting fall unevenly across that side. It added a shimmer to black leather below his waist, and blue silk and skin above it. On the right, he added a blood-red streak to his dark hair. He wondered how badly James would rag him about his appearance. More if Lily found it sexy, he thought, and grinned. Put like that, he won either way.
On the other hand, his loose silk tank left his arms bare, and she wasn't the sort for his sort of tattoos. Reminded, he murmured the spell to enhance them, and it sputtered and failed. He had to repeat it quite firmly, twice, before the black lines sharpened, some taking on color. The griffin on his shoulder was too spectacular to need enhancement.
A moment later, he was walking out on stage, and Power to the Meek was screaming out over the room.