Disclosure, and so on
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- He didn't know what to do with all this love.
- He didn't know what to do with all this rage.
- And he sure as shit didn't know what to do with all this helplessness.
- Helplessness was not a state that sat comfortably in Sirius Black. It itched and chafed and called forth the incessant urge to do something - anything - about it. Always had. Passivity could get fucked. He should be baring his teeth right now, raising his hackles and fighting until the end in a tide of ceaseless mongrel barking. In theory, Sirius Black would tear out the throats of his family and the Death Eaters or die trying. Yet, here he was, spending these final weeks sitting on his hands, waiting to be snuffed out.
- So why wasn't he doing anything?
aka. a prank variant, 1976
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- Part 1 of Disclosure, and so on
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- He watched as Sirius wordlessly passed over a cigarette, which Moony caught between his teeth and accepted the spark light between Sirius's pale fingers. After a few puffs, Sirius plucked the fag from Remus's mouth to smoke some for himself. Seamless. The well-oiled familiarity of friends who'd been smoking together since the day they returned for fourth year.
- "You're getting too good at that, lads," James chided. "Before you know it, it'll be a lifetime habit."
- Sirius laughed. "Well, you know what they say: a fag is for life, not just for Christmas."
- As if to prove James's point, Remus started coughing dramatically.
- "See? State of you, Moony. Not even seventeen yet and your lungs are busted."
- "No use stopping now then," he croaked without missing a beat. He held up the cigarette in mock salute and inhaled petulantly.
aka. it's 1977 and the Marauders are unstoppable - as long as you ignore everything unsaid.
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- Part 2 of Disclosure, and so on