@wolfstarmicrofic Pride prompt 8 - Pride [word count 277]
June 29th, 1985
London
Weirdly enough, as he let his body move to the chants and shouts and let himself be transported by the crowd, Sirius thought about his mother. Walburga had after all always been adamant that pride was a virtue, a virtue Sirius was extremely lacking in, given the fact he couldn't care less about the family history, or even less about their allegiance to the pureblood rethoric. But now the war was over, Walburga was dead along with most of the people who shared her ideas and Sirius's favourite thing actually turned out to be pride. Well, Pride with a capital P, to be precise.
He looked around at the crowd, the people smiling, chanting, even shouting. The people he loved, his people, strangers and friends alike. He spotted Marlene and Dorcas kissing under the cardboard sign they were holding up with COULD'VE VOTED THAT BLOODY WOMAN - CHOSE TO BE A LESBIAN INSTEAD. Peter was almost lost in the middle of a group of towering drag queens, his collection bucket overflowing and a wide grin on his face. James was carefully stirring Lily away from the police while keeping steady on his shoulders a very excited Harry who was sporting a t-shirt with MY UNCLES ARE GAY AND THAT'S OKAY on it. As for Remus, Sirius only had to look at the end of his arm to find him, his fingers interlaced with his, a grin on his face while he was enthusiastically speaking in Welsh with some of the miners marching by their side.
Sirius looked up at the clear London sky and smiled once more. Yes, Pride was what was important.


















