* new theme drools
we ought to start traditions of our own.
it’s very oxymoronic—— they think it’s big, but that’s what makes it small, right? i’m saying we make something small that’s actually really big! [nowadays, she’s andy. with tonks for a latter name and a baby on the way. though, that’s news for a better, preferably cheerier, time. the wind picks up pace to pull her hair from its place; distressed waves harsh, breath airy and lips tugged into a volant smile as if about to chirp. andromeda’s wholly removed, vertebrae on spine ready to grow wings if a fig passed with too much noise, whether for better or for worse.] you know christmas, right? i was pondering, plotting if you will, how about something for that? something just for us.
@neeblack [ his head slowly turning to look at his beloved cousin, but his eyes seemed to withhold little understanding. his attention had originally been on the greenery surrounding them, a park somewhere near the outskirts of london and /far/ away from his own personal hell (grimmauld place, obviously). not that he could return there anyways, the scent of his scorched name on the family tree could reached him still ] right… and you suggest some sort of grand spectacle of a tradition for us to initiate?
i regret agreeing on this, truly.
@tainedtorn do you? do you / really / ? [ standing in the middle of muggle london, more precisely picadilly circus, he could see how the witch might be a bit… overwhelmed. hundreds, if not thousands, of people including locals and tourists were flowing in and out of the famous center. to anyone not used to the bustling crowds of the city, it could be a bit much ] come now, ciss, i did not go through all the stress and planning of sneaking us out of grimmauld place just for you to chicken out. she’s your skin and be a gryffindor for a day!
what exactly did you have in mind?
@frenchexcellence yes indeed, how very fortunate for me. [ corners of his lips twist upwards, a look in his eyes that indicated he was in that mischievous mood he was so well known for. ] just / how / did you manage such a thing? call it a case of complete and innocent curiosity that will hopefully not kill a cat.
@padfootings ★ fortunately for you, dani doesn’t let me forget about that “incident” [ a chuckle follows, the ginger’s words ringing in his head of how it might have been the biggest example proving his idiocy. it wasn’t one of his brightest moments but he was alive and well (after nearly losing an eye, which his mother wasn’t very happy about either). and yet still, he had no regrets about that. ] i’m listening..
… why are you on the ground, sirius ?
ah, the usual, you know. i don’t think i have much to tell — oh ! wait, i might have something [ he turns his head to look at sirius ] remember that bloke i told you about ? the one i fancied ?
@bonnyravs [ his eyes follow the ravenclaw as he laid down next to him, nodding ] course i wouldn’t mind, mate, your company is always wanted and appreciated. [ for once in his miserable life he was being sincere ] what’ve you been up to, ex?
how the fսck do you bring that into every conversation?
@silentwounds the shoe fits up my ass— [ he cut himself off with a laugh that echoed in the room, spinning before dropping on the couch next to her, a leg over her thighs ] havent you heard my family’s moto? SIEMPRE PURO! perfection is in my bloooood [ a hint of bitterness to his words which he hoped the dramatization covered ]
@padfootings ❥ if the shoe fits—- it fits, siri. [ she rolled her eyes, he would fit in perfectly in the muggle world. that is if telemundo was currently taking auditions. ] funny, i don’t see anything to be jealous of. the gods didn’t take enough time on you in my book.
please, sirius. let’s use an ounce of common sense today, alright? that’s / not / a good idea.
@padfootings there’s too many clubs in hogwarts for me to keep track of, [ rolling his eyes. ] must be nice, he gave me detention just a week ago. and to be honest? i have no idea on what i even did.
@exchangeds the slug club— gee is there an echo in the room? [ sarcasm in his tone as she began to sprinkle the dust into the cauldron, little bits at a time ] oh no, i don’t plan on joining the club. i’ll let little reggy take all the praise on that one. but it sure as hell is fun using it to my advantage. slughorn hasn’t given me a detention in MONTHS.
i do not need you to carry my books for me, padfoot. i am not / handicapped /.
@loupsgarous oh merlin, here we go. [ all said in a low voice, sighing softly at himself for not having seen this coming. could’ve prevented this conversation and remus’ discomfort. he always wondered what it would take for his beloved boyfriend to take his sincerity as just that. if it were all just because of pity, sirius wouldn’t have stuck around this long. ] alright then. [ he abruptly stopped walking, a painfully forced grin on his lips (an attempt at not showing frustration but naturally failing). pulling the books away from his chest, he dropped them right onto remus’ hands. ] there you are. if you’re going to question and undermine every thing i do out of the genuine kindness and love in my heart, then i’ll stop. now, i’m gonna go to class and i’m gonna go at my usual pace because we wouldn’t want you think i’m walking with you out of pity or whatever. so, see ya in class, remus. [ with a wink to depart, he spun on his heel and began walking (purposely quickly, he was feeling petty) to class. ]
do you? [ turning his head to look at sirius as he walked, he huffed in annoyance. despite madam pomfrey’s orders, he had foregone his cane, opting to limp across the hallway towards transfiguration ] you snatched the books out of my hands the second you saw me, lembo. [ regardless of his hip protesting, he picked up his speed, refusing to be late to transfiguration and be stared at by a whole classroom of their peers ] i do not need help, padfoot. ‘m perfectly fine. everyone else already pities me, i do not need my boyfriend to look at me as if i am a wounded animal too.
i’m not amused in the slightest.
seriously, sirius? * a drawn out sigh, trying to shake it off of her shoe with little to no success. * what is the black goo supposed to do anyway? aside from ruining perfectly crafted shoes.
@demagie if you’re worried about finds, my tio alphy has left me a substantial inheritance and i am on a mission to share it with the world! [ a statement against his mother. what could she do now that she disowned him? nothing and he knew that. ] interesting… are there any terms to this? how long am i in your debt? [ finger tapping his chin, an attempt to appear somewhat serious and live up to the name he was given ] i was hoping you were snape. he said something along the lines of me not understanding the complexities of some potion he was brewing. [ he pointed at the black goo ] not only have i proved him wrong but i was intending on using to against him.