To Whom It May Concern

[dissirius]

I, Sirius Arcturus Alphard Black, do hereby bequeath my favourite pair of 20-year-old, beaten up, formerly black Doc Martens to one Ms Nymphodora Tonks Weasley, for the excellent purpose of kicking Death Eaters with.

Harry! Moony! WE ARE GOING SHOPPING. IN LONDON. For new boots, and Christmas presents.

Comments

[auror_n_tonks]

Shopping!!

And thank you, Sirius. I'll be sure to put them to good use.

[notslytherin]

Okay. When?

[dissirius]

Hm. Dumbledore will probably not want you leaving school mid-week. Or Remus either, for that matter.

Saturday?

[notslytherin]

Saturday's good. Although, we have Potions on Thursday if you want to go then instead.

[dissirius]

It's all right with me, but it's not up to me, is it?

[lupindymion]

I was going to point out it's still a bit early for Christmas shopping, but it isn't. Not really. What happened to autumn? I was under the impression it comes before winter.

[dissirius]

It's snowing and my feet are cold. Therefore, I need new boots.

You and Harry have to come.

[lupindymion]

I didn't say I wouldn't come.

The passing of time just took me by surprise. It's been a while since time didn't feel like something wanting to drag me down.

[dissirius]

Good, because it's important.

It is strange, isn't it? I don't think I quite know what regular time feels like.