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28 October 1981 @ 09:24 pm
Owl to Peter Pettigrew
23 September 1981 @ 08:02 pm
Sebastian
Sirius loved Padfoot. Not only was he good for getting pets and snacks, he was excellent at snooping around. Being a giant black dog at a Russian market place was a little out of place and he was kind of hyped up on the coffee and desserty breakfast thing, so he'd had some trouble concentrating, but if he'd smelled her out as Sirius, faintly, everyone had their own special scent and spending enough time with Harry gave him an easier time in picking up what mommies smelled like, so on a gamble and facing a dead end, Sirius 'borrowed' something of Mack's and headed out on his own to get some intel. And breakfast.
It was by pure coincidence that Padfoot had run across a very fresh trail and he'd barely remembered to shift back into Sirius before getting to the safe house they were staying in, to pull Sebastian with him. But now it was just waiting, and well, Sirius didn't do what very well. He was alert and keeping an eye (and nose) out, but leaning against a cold building when it was cold, not very fun. And he was starting to get a little hungry. "I swear, I had like, a glimpse of her," he told Sebastian, trying to stuff his hands in his pockets a little further. "This'll work, it has to."
27 July 1981 @ 11:54 pm
Who: Sirius Black & Mirabelle Jasper
What: boredom + heat = interesting results
Where: Ollivander's Wand Shop
When: today!
Status: continuing in comments!
( Ugh she was going to regret this later, she could tell already. )
What: boredom + heat = interesting results
Where: Ollivander's Wand Shop
When: today!
Status: continuing in comments!
( Ugh she was going to regret this later, she could tell already. )
26 December 1980 @ 12:02 am
Patronus to the order; minus Abe
05 December 1980 @ 03:51 pm
Sirius!
Emmeline kicked at the dirt on the ground, irritated as usual. She couldn't try to hide the fact that nearly every time the Order saw her she was in a foul mood, but she couldn't try to fight it, either. The Order had nothing but failures this past year, on her part, and now with the holidays coming all she could think about was last Christmas, and last New Year's, and how everything in her world had decided to implode.
At least they were giving her something to do. Emmeline had a feeling that Frank had been secretly vocal about limiting her missions and stake-outs, but with the missing children being on the top of the Order's priorities, everyone was needed on hand. It didn't help that the Ministry was now in a twitter about this 'Order of the Phoenix,' looking for any sort of hint as to what it might meant. Thankfully the death eaters hadn't gone into more specific details when dealing out their ransom, but that just made Emmeline more concerned; there had to be a reason why they kept their information on the Order a secret from the ministry.
Sirius Black was not, and never had been, her partner of choice. Emmeline used to enjoy his company, but in recent months she'd simply found him irritating. Emmeline partially blamed herself on that, as she found most people irritating these days, but Sirius was rather good at strengthening one's dislike for him. Being stuck on this stake-out with him was confusing, and she leaned on the window sill to stare out at the complex they had been scoping. The windows she and Sirius were staring out of were charmed to be that of a family setting up Christmas ornaments to anyone looking outside, but it was really an abandoned muggle flat Edgar Bones had found a few weeks back.
"And we're sure that they can't disapparate out of the building? Potter said they'd need to head down to the corner---I suppose they could go to the roof if they really want," She craned her neck upwards, trying to get a visual of the roof.
At least they were giving her something to do. Emmeline had a feeling that Frank had been secretly vocal about limiting her missions and stake-outs, but with the missing children being on the top of the Order's priorities, everyone was needed on hand. It didn't help that the Ministry was now in a twitter about this 'Order of the Phoenix,' looking for any sort of hint as to what it might meant. Thankfully the death eaters hadn't gone into more specific details when dealing out their ransom, but that just made Emmeline more concerned; there had to be a reason why they kept their information on the Order a secret from the ministry.
Sirius Black was not, and never had been, her partner of choice. Emmeline used to enjoy his company, but in recent months she'd simply found him irritating. Emmeline partially blamed herself on that, as she found most people irritating these days, but Sirius was rather good at strengthening one's dislike for him. Being stuck on this stake-out with him was confusing, and she leaned on the window sill to stare out at the complex they had been scoping. The windows she and Sirius were staring out of were charmed to be that of a family setting up Christmas ornaments to anyone looking outside, but it was really an abandoned muggle flat Edgar Bones had found a few weeks back.
"And we're sure that they can't disapparate out of the building? Potter said they'd need to head down to the corner---I suppose they could go to the roof if they really want," She craned her neck upwards, trying to get a visual of the roof.
18 November 1980 @ 12:14 am
Patronus to All Order Members!
OY! Any idea why the fuck death eaters are targeting quidditch families? That doesn't make any bleeding sense!
10 January 1980 @ 06:43 pm
PATRONUS!
12 July 1979 @ 02:17 pm
Order!
"Say cheese!"
Alice set the camera on its timer and rushed forward to slide under Frank's arm. The room filled with a chorus of 'CHEESE' and a loud grumbling of 'No' as the flash nearly blinded everyone in the room.
"Goodness, Alice," Emmeline Vance mumbled, pressing her hands into her eyes. Alice blinked a few times to try and rid her vision of the rainbow-colored spots and hurried (well, stumbled, wow--that flash was very bright) back to the camera to catch the picture as it fell out of the front. Swiftly, she held it up to watch it come into focus and instantly her vision was cleared. Oh, see. They were such a lovely bunch, even if a few of them hated each other.
You were allowed to hate someone and still look lovely together, Alice believed.
"Okay! Well!" She waved her free hand around, anyone who wanted to look at the picture (though she could probably make copies! Ooh--) could come up and snatch it away from her...not without a fight, of course, "Food is---"
Alice watched as the group immediately dispersed toward the food and drinks and other activities she and Frank and Marlie had managed to set up in the Longbottom's rather expanse backyard. Yes, the Order, while amazing crime fighters, also had the keenest sense of of smell and taste--or was it just they were really hungry?
Alice set the camera on its timer and rushed forward to slide under Frank's arm. The room filled with a chorus of 'CHEESE' and a loud grumbling of 'No' as the flash nearly blinded everyone in the room.
"Goodness, Alice," Emmeline Vance mumbled, pressing her hands into her eyes. Alice blinked a few times to try and rid her vision of the rainbow-colored spots and hurried (well, stumbled, wow--that flash was very bright) back to the camera to catch the picture as it fell out of the front. Swiftly, she held it up to watch it come into focus and instantly her vision was cleared. Oh, see. They were such a lovely bunch, even if a few of them hated each other.
You were allowed to hate someone and still look lovely together, Alice believed.
"Okay! Well!" She waved her free hand around, anyone who wanted to look at the picture (though she could probably make copies! Ooh--) could come up and snatch it away from her...not without a fight, of course, "Food is---"
Alice watched as the group immediately dispersed toward the food and drinks and other activities she and Frank and Marlie had managed to set up in the Longbottom's rather expanse backyard. Yes, the Order, while amazing crime fighters, also had the keenest sense of of smell and taste--or was it just they were really hungry?
03 June 1979 @ 10:35 am
Abigail!
Sirius was having a grand time, sitting by himself in the Leaky Cauldron, eating crackers. He probably should've been at his pub, checking in on Bess and Fabian but he really just didn't feel like going into work today. So he'd decided to bother Tom, the barkeep and see what kind of free food he could talk people into buying for him. He could afford it, of course, it just tasted better when it was free. Currently he was waiting on some soup this elderly witch had just ordered and paid for, because he 'looked too thin' and Sirius had thanked her kindly and went back to seeing how many crackers he could fit in his mouth at once.
Right now he was trying to create a new sport of cracker aerobatics, by flipping bits of cracker into his mouth using various utensils and minimal wandless magic. He managed to catch one in the back of his throat as a very familiar pair of legs walked by. Sirius coughed and choked on his cracker bit loud enough to get her attention. He polished off a mug of butterbeer to get the dryness gone, before calling out to her, "Abigail, there's a seat for you right here, luv."
Right now he was trying to create a new sport of cracker aerobatics, by flipping bits of cracker into his mouth using various utensils and minimal wandless magic. He managed to catch one in the back of his throat as a very familiar pair of legs walked by. Sirius coughed and choked on his cracker bit loud enough to get her attention. He polished off a mug of butterbeer to get the dryness gone, before calling out to her, "Abigail, there's a seat for you right here, luv."
25 May 1979 @ 09:13 am
Open to Friends!
Alice could now say she understood why people made such a fuss over weddings.
Well, no, not really---she would enjoy having the pictures with her friends, and dancing, but everything else was really unnecessary to her. Not that it was bad, no, no it was terribly fun to dress up and see everyone else dress up, but she had never been one to seek attention. And, really, that's all a wedding was, making sure everyone in the whole world knew that the bride and groom loved each other very much. Let's show you by wearing a big white dress and snazzy tuxedo!
No, no--they could just look back at the year Frank and Alice have had as a married couple, to understand what they meant to each other. Admittedly, it wasn't as stressed as some other's may have been, thankfully, but they still had made it. A lot of people don't even get to one year, and Alice was very, very proud of them.
Of course, their marriage might be over the moment Frank found out she helped a certain Slytherin sneak into their house last night, but Alice had faith in her husband; or, at least, she had faith in her ability to produce tears on the spot, and therefore confuse her husband into forgiving her.
Hey--to make a marriage work, you have to know how to survive.
With the party in full swing, Alice made her way through the crowd, thanking people for coming and accepting compliments and all the other things a bride-again was supposed to do. It was really nice, seeing all of her friends with happy, smiling faces, as it had been such a rough year. Maybe there was a reason for weddings afters all.
Well, no, not really---she would enjoy having the pictures with her friends, and dancing, but everything else was really unnecessary to her. Not that it was bad, no, no it was terribly fun to dress up and see everyone else dress up, but she had never been one to seek attention. And, really, that's all a wedding was, making sure everyone in the whole world knew that the bride and groom loved each other very much. Let's show you by wearing a big white dress and snazzy tuxedo!
No, no--they could just look back at the year Frank and Alice have had as a married couple, to understand what they meant to each other. Admittedly, it wasn't as stressed as some other's may have been, thankfully, but they still had made it. A lot of people don't even get to one year, and Alice was very, very proud of them.
Of course, their marriage might be over the moment Frank found out she helped a certain Slytherin sneak into their house last night, but Alice had faith in her husband; or, at least, she had faith in her ability to produce tears on the spot, and therefore confuse her husband into forgiving her.
Hey--to make a marriage work, you have to know how to survive.
With the party in full swing, Alice made her way through the crowd, thanking people for coming and accepting compliments and all the other things a bride-again was supposed to do. It was really nice, seeing all of her friends with happy, smiling faces, as it had been such a rough year. Maybe there was a reason for weddings afters all.
17 May 1979 @ 06:29 am
Who: Sirius Black and Melinda McKinnon
What: He comes clean, she doesn't like it
Where: Her flat
( We all fight against Voldemort and his fuckwad Death Eaters )
What: He comes clean, she doesn't like it
Where: Her flat
( We all fight against Voldemort and his fuckwad Death Eaters )
30 April 1979 @ 12:45 pm
rp thread - remus and sirius
WHO Remus Lupin and Sirius Black
WHAT Sirius is saaaaaaaaaafe.
WHERE Order house, after he's rescued! but during the GH fight, so James hasn't been there yet.
WHY 'Cause duh.
RATING TBD.
Despite his aching muscles, Sirius shot straight up into a sitting position, gasping for air and looking around the room and blinking wildly. This was much to bright of a room, too cheerful to be... Sirius didn't actually know where he was supposed to be or where he was he looked down at his chest to see it wrapped tight with a bandage and groaned. He poked the red spot and cursed at the pain that shot through his entire side. Ow, okay not doing that again. He swallowed and looked around the room again, trying for sure to determine where he was. This... it wasn't home, that was for sure. He would know if it was home. It didn't smell bad, but his tongue felt numb and who knew if that affected it or not.
Groaning some more, Sirius pushed the blanket aside with his bandaged hands, it seemed like whoever had put them on didn't really heal them, probably just dabbed them in potions, and Sirius swung his feet over the side of the bed and reached for his wand that he always kept on the bed stand, only it wasn't there. Where was his wand? This definitely wasn't home. Sirius stood up, hunched and with one hand wrapped lightly around his middle. He was only wearing boxer shorts so he shivered a little and was trying to figure out how he was going to escape this place without a wand, clothes and a left leg that didn't seem to want to bend because of the cast. The door creaked open and Sirius froze as if he moved his position would be given away. He squinted slightly to make out the profile of the person carrying a tray of...was that soup? Sirius's stomach gave an involuntary growl at the thought of soup and he bit his lip to keep himself from yelling at it when he recognized the soup-carrier.
"Remus?" he rasped out, wondering what Remus was doing, being his captor.
WHAT Sirius is saaaaaaaaaafe.
WHERE Order house, after he's rescued! but during the GH fight, so James hasn't been there yet.
WHY 'Cause duh.
RATING TBD.
Despite his aching muscles, Sirius shot straight up into a sitting position, gasping for air and looking around the room and blinking wildly. This was much to bright of a room, too cheerful to be... Sirius didn't actually know where he was supposed to be or where he was he looked down at his chest to see it wrapped tight with a bandage and groaned. He poked the red spot and cursed at the pain that shot through his entire side. Ow, okay not doing that again. He swallowed and looked around the room again, trying for sure to determine where he was. This... it wasn't home, that was for sure. He would know if it was home. It didn't smell bad, but his tongue felt numb and who knew if that affected it or not.
Groaning some more, Sirius pushed the blanket aside with his bandaged hands, it seemed like whoever had put them on didn't really heal them, probably just dabbed them in potions, and Sirius swung his feet over the side of the bed and reached for his wand that he always kept on the bed stand, only it wasn't there. Where was his wand? This definitely wasn't home. Sirius stood up, hunched and with one hand wrapped lightly around his middle. He was only wearing boxer shorts so he shivered a little and was trying to figure out how he was going to escape this place without a wand, clothes and a left leg that didn't seem to want to bend because of the cast. The door creaked open and Sirius froze as if he moved his position would be given away. He squinted slightly to make out the profile of the person carrying a tray of...was that soup? Sirius's stomach gave an involuntary growl at the thought of soup and he bit his lip to keep himself from yelling at it when he recognized the soup-carrier.
"Remus?" he rasped out, wondering what Remus was doing, being his captor.
04 April 1979 @ 10:06 pm
RP Log: Sirius, Regulus and Andromeda
Characters: Sirius Black with NPC'd Andromeda Tonks and Regulus Black
Setting: Black Family Plot, Friday afternoon
Summary: Sirius says goodbye.
Rating: PG.
( Come on, it'll only be a minute and if I'm gone more than that, you can send James after me. )
Setting: Black Family Plot, Friday afternoon
Summary: Sirius says goodbye.
Rating: PG.
( Come on, it'll only be a minute and if I'm gone more than that, you can send James after me. )
01 April 1979 @ 09:30 pm
Characters: James Potter and Sirius Black
Setting: Sunday afternoon, Potter residence
Summary: Sirius is avoiding things
Rating/Status: Commmplete? xD
( Wallace sounds like a good strong name. And maybe a carrot vendor. I could sell carrots to rabbit owners )
Setting: Sunday afternoon, Potter residence
Summary: Sirius is avoiding things
Rating/Status: Commmplete? xD
( Wallace sounds like a good strong name. And maybe a carrot vendor. I could sell carrots to rabbit owners )