*thoughtfully* The trick here is that we can't go back to my particular reality, as Peter's only sixteen then and hasn't done anything wrong yet. Theoretically, though, if we use Sirius' and my home-dimension and then step sideways and forward so to speak, we'll find a traitor version of Peter before long. *Briefly, he leafs through a book titled ( Read more... )

((I've mostly been playing at Sages from work, with a few visits from home in the evenings. The company I work for is small and had no internet policy, until this morning. It's a perfectly reasonable policy, really, but I pretty much won't dare to go online from now on except on my lunchbreaks and the rare occasions where I really have no work to ( Read more... )

I expect to spend the day drinking a great deal of water to get the imagined taste of blood out of my mouth.

I loathe nightmares and I do not deserve them. Not this time, at least.

I'm feeling...very tired. Head aches. I can't see the sky, but I'm afraid it may be close to time. I don't know where to go. Where can other people be safe from me? Prongs? Padfoot? Will you keep me company? I don't know how I'll react in a place like this ( Read more... )

Stolen from Padfoot:

( Story Role meme )

Have either of you seen this before? I find it rather disturbing.

((Probably not a new link to you, but I just discovered it and I'm still giggling.))

He kissed me. More than once, even. It's so disorienting to have something you never let yourself want suddenly handed to you on a silver platter. Well, hopefully a wooden tray in my case, so that I don't have an allergic reaction ( Read more... )

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I am quite sick at myself. I'm supposed to be trying to find a way to save my friends from murder, and instead I keep thinking about Sirius. I swear I saw him blush yesterday. I've never known him to blush before. It must have been the Firewhisky.
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But if it wasn't the Firewhisky, what might it mean ( Read more... )

*Scribbled on a sheet of parchment ( Read more... )