Sirius Black (the_last_black) wrote in tempus_fugit, @ 2008-09-29 18:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: james potter, character: sirius black |
Date: 1st October (dated forward)
Location: 12 Grimmauld Place
Time Late, or early depending on your point of view.
Characters: Sirius Black and James Potter
Bloody house elf. Bloody Kreacher. Alright, so Harry had told it to be polite, but did it have to call him Master? He wasn't its bloody master, he didn't want to instruct it or even own it. He wanted it to behead itself, and mount its own head above the stairs. The heads were gone now, but for one. He assumed Harry had removed them - who really wanted heads on their wall? Except the Blacks of course.
Every glance upwards on the staircase reminded him of Regulus, bloody Regulus. His brother had probably been responsible for the heaviest drinking Sirius had ever undertaken. This wasn't just getting drunk, oh no, this was something far more dedicated. A skill, a talent. You could lose your mind (and probably your liver) if you could just keep swallowing. Anyway, Kreacher - Sirius used the wall to bounce himself up the stairs. The bloody Kreacher, creature...kreature...Sirius laughed to himself and continued upwards.
"Oh Kreacher," Sirius cooed, waiting until the hideous house-elf appeared in the hallway.
The look of revulsion with which he was served both amused and irritated Sirius no end, "Master's got a little request" he slurred. What had it been? Merlin's hairy arse, it was hard to keep track. Sirius sent a clumsy hex towards the elf, who promptly disappeared with a crack.
"'S cheating," Sirius accused, righting himself against the dark banister.