a wolf in man's clothing

Marlene was worried, of course they were, James Potter didn’t just go MIA, not like Sirius or them, not for DAYS, that was. But still, they wanted to believe their was a rational explanation behind it all. So, they stress ate, all whilst working on making a list of EVERY muggle club they’d ever stepped foot in, or at least heard of, desperately hoping the answer was a high gone bad. Then, they could rescue James and laugh about it, mock him for his inability to handle himself like the big kids or something along those lines, but this, now was beginning to become too much. 

“ Yes, James, I even threatened to steal all their customers, I was a very convincing bad guy.” They insisted, the smallest of smirks creeping onto their face. “That, or he accidentally climbed aboard some fishing boat and is on his way to Iceland, or was Greenland the cold one? I don’t fucking know. I need a drink.” 

It made complete sense when Sirius disappeared for a couple of weeks. Being reckless was in his nature, not James’s. It was the sign of something scary coming their way when the roles had reversed. The search was driving Sirius nuts, and he didn’t even want to think of what it was doing to Marlene. There were things that Sirius had dreamed of, when they finally found their missing friend. A ear tug and perhaps more, and then they’d all laugh about it and be koombayah. 

@ofsrs

“ LISTEN, I know things are shit right now, Sirius,” Peter spat as he walked into the other males’ living quarters, instantly starting to do what he could to tidy the place. “ First, R-” He began, but cut himself off before finishing, knowing the last thing his mate needed was a reminder. “But he’s going to be fine, he’s fine. It’s James, he’s always fine. I mean, for all we know, he’s just bugged off to some shit hole city in Scotland and will pop up tomorrow saying HA, I gotcha.” 

As he set the bottles down on the table, Peter reached out for the guitar perched on the side of the couch, plopping down beside Sirius. “ When’s the last time you slept though? You look like a bloody mess, and that’s the last thing you’ll want James to comment on when he comes back from his adventure. Bloody asshole, leaves without us. You know, we really ought to have some sort of James Potter tracking device, so he can’t ditch us.” 

“Bruv...” Sirius was splayed out in the middle of the floor, somehow making space for himself amongst the trash and debris, that had become an accurate representation of his life. After Marlene had left, he hadn’t gotten off that floor, and somewhere along the process, he had also lost his shirt and pants. The ceiling was now his own version of a Muggle investigative pin board, and he stared at it for hours on end. “Bruv, leave it. It’s evidence. Don’t touch my shit.” 

( &closed starter for Sirius @ofsrs )

The moment he opened his eyes, Alastor knew he was not in his rooms. Unless someone pulled a prank on him and turned his room into the literal outdoor. Which was not comfortable, particularly not with that rock right in the middle of his back. Groaning, he pushed himself up, only to spot his friend not far away. “What even happened last night?” His started, his mouth quite dry, and poking Sirius’ shoulder. “I’ve never felt this bad in ages.”

“Oh Merlin’s ballsack...what in the bloody...” Sirius’s senses were slowly coming to life. First his head started pounding, and then the feeling in his limbs returned like static, and then his eyes fluttered open. Dirt. He was lying face down in dirt and everything else was a blur. Alastor’s voice sound kilometres away, and Sirius was still trying to get his bearings. “What the fuck did we drink last night?” Bin juice. That just had to be it. “Fucking Fabian Prewett...” 

Lily was curled up in James’ apartment, wrapped up in a blanket, her hands desperately clutching to a photo of the two of them and Sirius. Her face was streaked with tears from where she’d cried herself to sleep. However, she was awoken by the sound of the door, jumping to her feet. “I- Sirius,” She murmured, chewing on her bottom lip at the sight of him.

@ofsrs

Sirius had been dropping by James’s apartment every night, almost hoping the man would miraculously just show up at his place and tell them it was a prank. That he was just testing the limits of their sanity, and then Sirius would dunk that man into a vat of ice for this. Besides, someone needed to make sure the bed was still made and there was nothing rotting in the kitchen. He had sensed someone else in the apartment, before he could use Revelio or even hex the intruder, she revealed herself to the one and only; “Lils...” He kept the wand down, shaking his head. “Long time no see, Red. I actually...ignore the wand, it’s been a rough day.” 

Name: Sirius Orion Black

Age: 26

Former House: Gryffindor

Affiliation: Order Of The Phoenix member

Profession: Unemployed/Part time barkeep at The Leaky Cauldron