#(sirius 1)

This was just supposed to be a sketch but I got a little carried away but!….

Sirius-1 used to be an advanced AI created for the ship he managed. His body was connected directly to the ship’s interface, limiting his physical mobility. Despite seeing the stars, he wanted to be able to touch base and connect with the rest of humanity. Sirius-1 went out of commission during the collapse when the ship crashed on Europa, leaving him dormant for many years until he was revived by his ghost Cassini. When Cassini revived Sirius-1 they severed him from the ship to gain his desired freedom. (I’ve been trying to come up with an acronym for his “ai program” name and had something working but since forgor lmao)

Location: A pub in Muggle London Time: Around ten at night, 15th of January Status: Closed, for @starbrightblack

Alastor Moody had given them the date and address to the Order’s Estate, and Atlas had confirmed that this was indeed a genuine offer they could trust. And yet there had been no Alastor when Lu had made it to the Estate, and no matter how many people they had spoken to, no one had been able to tell him where this Alastor was right now. It had taken a few days before Lu had realised that perhaps this had been Alastor’s plan all along. To introduce Lu to a couple of members of the Order first, have them decide if they trusted Lu enough to make them part of their group. If that was the case, it was quite a clever plan that Lu respected. Respected and was willing to play along.

So for the past week, Lu had pondered more ways to super casually run into the few Order members they had met at the Estate that day, or introduce themselves to the ones they had only caught sight of from afar. Perhaps it took one of them to get this going, to suggest it during one of their meetings. Perhaps one of them was Alastor, just waiting to be found. Who even knew. What Lu however did know was that the guy sitting in one of the pub-booths wasn’t Alastor Moody.

He was, however, part of the Order. Lu had briefly seen his face when passing past a room in the Estate. Not exactly a face you easily forgot. They’d been eyeing him for quite a while now, enough for one of the men he was with to notice and lean in to explain: ‘That’s Sirius Black.’

“Black?” 

‘Orion and Walburga’s other son.’ Lu’s company smirked when he saw their expression. ‘Not a surprise you haven’t heard of him. Let’s just say it’s not a surprise to see him in a Muggle pub.’

That was explanation enough to answer the question, yes, but not enough to satisfy the curiosity. Lu let their company be drawn back into the business talk at hand before motioning for the bar tender, ordering a second of what this Sirius Black was drinking to be brought to his table. Then they waited, gaze unwavering, attentive, curious, as the gift was delivered. The bartender’s finger was pointed at them, then their eyes met Sirius’, and with a sharp smile, Lu raised their own glass for a silent toast.

It took perhaps half an hour before Lu’s company was ready to leave. With a sweet excuse no one hesitated to believe, they told the men to go ahead, and then stayed in their seat by the bar. When the men were gone for good, they turned back to Sirius and waited. Waited in a way that was neither passive nor patient, neither humble nor begging. Waited in a way that made it obvious they were on the offensive. They wanted in. They wanted the Order, they wanted to know what kind of a Black would enjoy Muggle bars (other than to discuss Wizarding business that no other Wizards were supposed to overhear), and they wanted someone to finish their drink with.

Location: Potter Estate, make-shift hospital wing Time: 7th of December, early morning Status: Closed, for @starbrightblack​

Bran had, by nature, a very loud voice. The lack of subtlety and fucks given about other people’s opinions didn’t help to make her quiet down. No matter where she was in the fairly large Yaxley Castle, you’d always be able to locate her sooner or later. And the quality of that voice, too, wasn’t exactly easily ignored: although low and deep, she could din her opinion straight into people’s head, making no polite stop at their ears first. All that to say, to be woken up by Branwen Yaxley wasn’t in any shape or form agreeable.

Even less if she was in a mood.

It was her turn to help in the make-shift hospital wing at the headquarters, and while she had always appreciated the grandness of the Potters and their traditional way of living, appreciated to sleep over at it, she could not by the life of her pretend she enjoyed having to wake up at six in the morning to go wake up the ‘patients’ at seven. Surely sound sleep was more important than being fed breakfast at unruly hours of the days? By Morgana’s black cat... And it certainly didn’t help that she had only returned around four from her night out with Lucinda.

“Hey, Black,” she called, impatiently as she stood next to his bed, knocking her booted-foot against his side (her hands were holding a tray with the breakfast). “Wake the fuck up and let me do the thing where I pretend I care about your health.”

Those were the best designs in Cas’ opinion, the one where he got to design something and wasn’t just copying something that already existed. “How detailed do you want it? I like a minimalist look, but it’s going on you, so give me some input here.” @siriuslyxpadfoot​

Alaric could remember the feeling of jealousy he felt upon hearing about Sirius leaving home, being brave enough to defy his family and strike out to do what he wanted, the very thing Alaric craved and was too cowardly to go for. Years later and that sense of longing still hadn't left him, but something about the fact that yet another pureblood child was failing to do what their parents wanted inspired a sort of hopeful feeling in his chest. 

Would it be too nosy to ask if Sirius had seen him? Alaric wasn't going interested in ratting out Regulus to his parents, he wasn't snooping for anyone's benefit, but he was curious how Sirius was taking the entire situation as tensions seemed to ramp up, the divide between the different blood groups growing wider with each attack. "I guess this means you're both free." @siriusdisaster