Sirius Black (the_last_black) wrote in tempus_fugit, @ 2008-10-07 10:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: james potter, character: sirius black |
Sirius drew the zip on his leather jacket up against the cold. Winter hadn't truly arrived yet, but a sheen of cake-frosting ice covered the path under his feet. He lit a cigarette and glanced to the side. Now he was worried that they'd made the wrong decision, he and Remus. An extended holiday might be much needed, but wouldn't it all still be here when they came back? And James - it had never really felt easy leaving James behind, but now his stomach was flipping at the thought of it. It wasn't that Sirius couldn't function without James, more that he didn't want to, especially now that he had known the biggest loss possible. He hoped the mirrors would help.
They'd charmed mirrors before; clever trinkets designed to elude detention-giving professors, and used in the occasional holiday when an owl just wasn't quick enough. But according to Harry the mirrors had been broken, and really those fragments belonged to another time, Sirius didn't want to fix them.
A sharp wind coursed across the park. Sirius cupped his cigarette against it and narrowed his eyes in thought. This felt too much like running away - from Regulus, Bellatrix, number twelve...the world. But what other option was there? He couldn't fix it all alone. He couldn't stay here.
The paper bag in his lap gave a rustle, drawing his thoughts back to the mirrors. Some conversations seemed too personal to hold in that house, where many things were spoken in secret. It was better to talk here, in the open air. He hoped that James would understand from the mirrors, Sirius wasn't - couldn't - leave forever. It was just for now. Just to wrap his head around things.