Sirius Black [every man needs a muse] (deathbydrapery) wrote in vivo_iterum, @ 2012-01-24 02:29:00 |
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Who: Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew (OPEN TO Andromeda, James, Sirius, Remus, Lily and Petunia, all versions).
What: ... getting rid of a pest problem.
Where: Room 7, floor 1.
When: Now!
Warnings | Status: Fighting, possibly blood | in progress
It was with an unblinking fucking rage that Sirius burst from his flat and tore down the hallway, determined to burn every god damned building in this city down to find the little rat bastard he once called his friend. Reason said it was a dumb idea, logic said he'd never find him, and irrationality said it didn't. Fucking. Care. Peter god damned Pettigrew was a dead man. Sirius had heard the reasons not to kill him; that he'd probably be imprisoned again and who KNEW what horrors awaited him there, but what did it fucking matter when Sirius had already died? It didn't. Logic kicked in. Sirius transformed into Padfoot, who had only regained a bit of his former stamina and strength, and streaked on four feet down the hallway toward the flight of stairs.
Where to start.
From the beginning. He knew that Rat bastard like the back of his fucking hand. The scents, the smells were still so close to the canine senses of the dog that he'd pick them up anywhere. Just as he could SEE Wormtail after ten years and know it was him. The dog burst onto the ground floor in a slippery haze of uncoordinated feet, slamming into the far wall with a soft yelp of pain. He shook himself off and sniffed around, hunting for the scents that would lead him in the direction of his slippery rodent friend.
There! The dog picked it up and trekked it in the wrong direction for several feet before a growl of frustration stopped him and sent him skittering in the other direction. He stopped outside a door, nosed around for a moment then morphed back into his human self. He banged on the door once with a fist.
"Peter! Come out and play!" he shouted, not caring if he disturbed the neighboring inhabitants. Sirius banged on the door again, then stood back and collecting his mind enough to gather magical focus, threw a burst of magic at the door through his wand (that he STILL didn't know how or why he had). The door banged open and Sirius entered the apartment.
"Come out you little rat bastard. Stop being a coward!"