eternally exhausted pigeon

When Narcissa finally pulled back, she looked over to the couch, and Sirius watched her eyes widen as she took in who was there. “Oh, Severus, I wasn't expecting you.” She gave him a puzzled look before glancing at Remus, who gave her a small, tight-lipped smile and a nod. 

“Unsurprising,” Severus said, still sitting, only tilting his chin upwards slightly in acknowledgement. “But necessary nonetheless.” Narcissa’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, and she looked back to Sirius, tilting her head in silent question.

“You did say I could bring a plus one,” Sirius said weakly, trying to sound brave but falling short. 

Narcissa blinked at him, her large blue eyes and her pale face and hair making her look a bit owlish. “No,” she said simply, stepping back, looking between them as if she were certain it was a joke. 

“Yes,” Severus said plainly, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in the chair. 

Narcissa's mouth opened and then closed. And then she tried again, turning to Sirius, “I thought you wanted to bring Weasley!” She demanded in an accusatory tone. “You were practically clinging to her for support last weekend!”

“We thought it best if we both told you sooner rather than later,” Severus said simply. Sirius thought he was holding up admirably given Severus had made it sound like Narcissa and Lucius were his best friends, but then he noticed the way Remus’s hand was trailing the back of the settee and just barely touching Severus's arm. Ah.

“Does Lucius know?” She demanded, her face surprisingly unchanged, but Sirius could see the hurt in her eyes and the heat in her tone. 

“Do I know what, my love?” 

Sirius froze as Lucius stepped into the room, too close for his liking and Sirius stepped back up, putting him closer to the settee. He jumped a bit when Remus reached out and touched his hand, but otherwise appreciated the gesture. 

Narcissa moved her heated glare from Severus to her husband and pointed at Severus, her mouth set into a firm line, looking almost like a petulant child tattling to an adult. 

Lucius, for his part, kept his face carefully blank as he looked first at Severus, then Remus and then Sirius, and then to his wife, his eyebrows slowly raising. “Do I know what?” He repeated. 

“You knew!” Narcissa declared loudly, looking furious enough that Sirius wondered if she might hit her mate. “And you didn't tell me!?”

And he tried to text me the morning before the wedding and threaten me that he wasn't going to show up

And my bridesmaids were about to throw hands And instead all I said was, "dude, my family is 95% alcoholics and 95% has worked in restaurants and catering… This isn't the threat you think it is. ANY OF THEM CAN BARTEND"

Sure enough, he showed up late, and one of my cousins was already bartending

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