Sirius O. Black (srslypadfoot) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-06-22 17:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, sirius black |
Who: Harry and Sirius
Where: Bungalow #5
When: Early Tuesday morning
What: Sirius meets his very grown-up Godson.
Status/Rating: Incomplete, low
Sirius was no early-riser, and he sure as fuck wasn't a morning person. But waking up sweaty and sticky and impossibly hot (and not in all the right ways) made going back to sleep impossible once the sun poured in and pried his eyes open. Growling and grumbling, he threw off the thin bed sheet and swung his legs off the bed, standing up and lazily scratching himself.
It wasn't like anyone was in the room to see it. Or so he thought.
He wasn't aware anyone else was in the room until he noticed tufts of messy black hair sticking out from beneath the covers of the bed on the other side of the room. When the hell did they get there? Sirius couldn't recall any noises or bumps in the night, but he'd fallen asleep early and could probably snooze through a symphony like an angel.
Messy black hair led him to one conclusion, and one conclusion only. He padded over to the other bed and perched on the edge with a smirk. "James?" With his best friend, there was little, if any, sense of consideration for things like letting the other sleep-in. If he was up, James should be up too. Sirius gave his friend a little jostle by the shoulder. "Was ickle Prongsykins afraid to sleep by himself?" he cooed, voice rising in mock falsetto.