Who: Astoria and Sirius Where: Beach When: Friday afternoon What: Sirius is building a fire pit. Status/Rating: Incomplete, tbd
Bonfire Night.
Even on an island, no one could sodding forget Remember, remember, the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. Any decent Englishman worth his salt had the rhyme ingrained in their memory.
Sirius wasn't a patriot so much as a pyromaniac. He loved to burn anything. Rubbish, fireworks, old shoes, couches, broken telly sets – give it over, and he'd find a way to set it ablaze.
With one shovel charmed to dig by itself, Sirius was on the other side of the hole, throwing heaps and heaps of sand and dirt over his shoulder. On an island, you had to be responsible about setting things on fire. One palm tree could set the whole bloody rock on fire. Since they seemed to be stuck there for good.. Sirius would rather not have that pinned on him. Couldn't put it past Bellatrix to raise up a mob with pitchforks.