this is why wizards hate guns [open]
Who: Sirius Black and OPEN to anyone who wants to visit him at home after the network post
What: Cuddly (or not cuddly) reunion times!
Where: The Marauder Mansion
When: Today, but if your character wants to visit some other time this week, just specify.
Notes: None
Warnings: Angst, talk of character death, etc.
( It was like that time Slate had drained his life force, only much worse. )
What: Cuddly (or not cuddly) reunion times!
Where: The Marauder Mansion
When: Today, but if your character wants to visit some other time this week, just specify.
Notes: None
Warnings: Angst, talk of character death, etc.
( It was like that time Slate had drained his life force, only much worse. )
"Sirius?" He tried the door. Open. He poked his head in, just to make sure it was alright to enter, and then he did just that.
"I brought crisps and biscuits. And a jar of cashew nuts. And some bananas. Didn't know what you wanted. Could've asked. Didn't."
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Sirius had fortunately had a bath and a fresh change of clothes at this point, though he was still resting on the bed. He smiled at the Doctor, a little surprised to see him. Jack's words came back to him, but he pushed them aside. The Doctor was here when he needed him, that was what mattered for now.
"It sounds brilliant, Doctor," he reassured him. "I'll eat anything, really." Three years of Azkaban would do that to anyone. Not that he'd been a picky eater to begin with.
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He walked over to the bed and dropped the bag next to Sirius. Sat down on the edge. Bounced a bit.
"You look better," he offered.
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"You're looking better, too...what happened to you, Doctor?" he asked, still concerned about him despite everything else.
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"A bad decision," he finally decided on. Crunch. "Not my fault. Still trying to work out whose exactly it was, but I know it wasn't mine."
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This Doctor was just as important to him as the other one, even if they didn't know each other as well. Sirius couldn't really keep them separate in his head, not after dealing with two Remuses already.
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Still, it was an admission of failure. He really hated those.
"Couple of weeks ago there was an incident. Whole mess of people across the city had bad dreams. Next day there were crows everywhere. That part's still pretty weird. Can't account for it. Point is, something about the dreams and the crows. It made people irrational."
He glanced over at Sirius. "Sirius, how much did my other self tell you about life in our home universe?"
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"It was like it was all happening again, all at once. I was overwhelmed. Wasn't thinking. Went up against the first thing I came across, something I wasn't prepared for, and, well. You saw the aftermath."
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"S'pose I would be too, since I can't be anywhere else." He gave Sirius a little twitch of a smile, a sort of 'thank you,' and drew his hand away, taking a breath in. Then some of his usual energy came back. A little bit. "Anyway. Whatever did that is still out there, so long as I'm stuck here I might as well do what I can to stop it."
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He let that thought linger for a moment, then shook his head. "I'll do what I can to help, though. Er...once I can get out of bed, that is."
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"Speaking of that, what happened to you? So long as we're sharing horrible stories."
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"It's...complicated, Doctor. But the very simple version is that I got shot -- not the first time since I've been here, by the way," he muttered, glaring down at his covers.
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"The first time I was Padfoot...accompanying the Remuses on the full moon. Got shot by mistake, in the shoulder. The second time was work-related." He paused. "...I wasn't exactly a consultant, Doctor. That was just my cover story."
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