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❛ ——James.

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                               “Oi yourself.” he shoots back as the other rises from where he’s standing - the wide gaze familiar as one he’s seen his entire life and no matter how old Sirius Black physically grew he’d always have a gleam of youth in his eye. That was something James hoped to have inherited when he had been named after the two of them. “I had detention - you should know how that is better than anyone.”
                                 Sure he couldn’t pull the AGE card but he could definitely toss back something about his own days when he was in school, there’s a smirk as he feels the galleons are pressed against his palm as his fingers curl around it and he stuffs it shamelessly into his pocket. “Why thank you, Sir. Would you like some firewhisky, my treat.”
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                                At that, he’ll certainly laugh --- as always, that  f a m i l i a r  bark, so INFAMOUS through the man’s usual haunts. It’s one of the few things that have managed to last; despite the vague  t r a c e s  of youth, the  s a l a d   d a y s  are gone; prison left a permanent mark, be it upon his face  ( those harsh lines haven’t appeared recently, after all, nor have the light mottling upon his temples & cheeks, or the scars left from years of scratching his jaw & neck simply because he must keep feeling------! ), his teeth, his physique, & even now his habits. But he can still laugh.    ❛ ——–Excellent! Glad to hear it. ❜    Tomorrow, he’d likely be receiving an owl from Harry --- Stop encouraging him!

                                ❛ ——–D’bloody LOVE me some, ❜    he’ll reply. Perhaps James would be receiving the same owl. After all, he was supposed to be  d r i n k i n g  less. But, as Sirius liked to say, BOLLOCKS to that!

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                                        ❛ ———Oi! ❜    Rising to his feet, unsteadily as always, even more so with each year that passed by, those dark eyes  ( hooded & shadowed as his cousin’s had once been )  would look upon him with a  w i d e  gaze, the expression strangely  y o u t h f u l  on his ageing face.     ❛ Where’ve you been? Y’late, & ain’t gettin’ any younger. ❜

                                        There it was --- pulling the age card. That to was something too that continued to become all the more regular. As recompense, a few GALLEON coins will be  s l i p p e d  into the other’s hand, though this  ( despite his  b e s t  efforts )  is with all the subtly of a  brick.

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To Marlene, from Sirius
It has come to my attention that my action of saying Stevie Knick’s name during sex could be seen as offensive, annoying, and hurtful. I never intended to imply she’s better looking than you. I want you to understand I was merely trying to express myself, though I can see now that it may appear I was pretending you were her. Please accept my apologetic apology. Moving forward, I will attempt to say your name instead. That said, I would very much appreciate it if you changed your name, if only a little bit. Your middle name?
Sincerely, your boyfriend?, Sirius.
Sincerity: begrudging.
Excuses: I am a naturally selfish person, and I was intoxicated.
I feel stupid and vindicated. Please give me another chance, and forget it ever happened.
Additional notes: If you want to call me Harrison Ford, you can.
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To Evans, from Sirius
It has come to my attention that my action of hitting that bludger at your face could be seen as annoying and hurtful. I never intended to hit you in particular. I want you to understand I was merely trying to win the game, though I can see now that it may appear I was actually aiming for you. Please accept my for real apology. Moving forward, I will attempt to pay attention to where you sit. That said, I would very much appreciate it if you brightened your hair a bit to make you easier to spot.
Sincerely, your friend?, Sirius.
Sincerity: a bit heartfelt.
Excuses: I was intoxicated.
I feel guilty, sorry, and a bit better now. Please forgive me, be patient with me, forget it ever happened, do not try to get even, and do not tell my parents James.
Additional notes: Did I tell you that you look very pretty today?
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To Twat, from Sirius
It has come to my attention that my action of punching you repeatedly in the face could be seen as offensive, annoying, selfish, and hurtful. I never intended to be found out. I want you to understand I was merely trying to have your face reflect the ugliness within, though I can see now that it may appear I was in the wrong. Please accept my bullshit apology. Moving forward, I will attempt to finish the job next time. That said, I would very much appreciate it if you died, to be honest.
Sincerely, your ‘brother’, Sirius.
Sincerity: very technical.
Excuses: It is a habit, I am a naturally selfish person, I thought it would be funny, I didn’t know it bothered you, I was hungry and intoxicated, and it was my evil twin.
I feel blameless and vindicated (aren’t these synonyms?). Please do not try to get even.
Additional notes: I left my scarf at Grimmauld Place. Be a dear.
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Very post-Order of the Phoenix fc for Sirius is now Sean Penn. It can’t be erased, it’s done now. This is it. Goodnight & God bless.
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x | continuation of the St. Mungo’s thread

                    If it weren’t for the sharp feeling in the back of his throat, he’d have perhaps laughed at that. Ah, the ruckus they’d made! Without a doubt, whatever jovial spirits they’d been in on their last day, Sirius  m i s s e d  the castle. Missed it more than almost anything; those were the days. The ones he’d likely be spending the rest of his years PRAYING he’d be able to return to. Even he, unwise, selfish, immature as he was, knew that. Just not the  e x t e n t.

                    ❛  When’re they ever doin’ a good job of it? Bloody Prophet... Y’know what they’re like; capitalisin’ on it, too, like the rest of ‘em.  ❜    He shrugged, but even with that no one could presume he didn’t care --- because, dear MERLIN, he absolutely did.    ❛  Na, m’awright --- can’t be arsed; y’know, they gi’ ya  H O P E  in offerin’ ya practically owt, then they  t o r t u r e  ya by makin’ y’wait a bloody lifetime fer it.  ❜

                    ❛  Y’know,  ❜    he started,     ❛  S’good business, though --- need papers in times like these, more than ever. Like them vanishing cabinets, y’know how many people’re buyin’ them these days? & bloody loads’ve ‘em are FAKE. S’all sortsa  m i n d l e s s  bullshit bein’ made now, as if any of it---  ❜    

                    He interrupts himself with a  s p l u t t e r .

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