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      “ if you’ve come over to yell at me, i didn’t do it. – but if you’re here to praise me for being the most amazing person ever, then i take full responsibility. you’re welcome. ”

       𝑖𝑡  𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠   𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦   𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ  𝑡𝑜      ignore  alecto’s  very   presence ,    but  sirius  knows  there’s  more  than  mere   subconscious  effort   there   —   one  that’s  destined  not  to   last .     by  the  time  he  finds  himself  crossing  paths  again    (   in  the  damn  library ,    of  course   —   and  here  he  was  trying  to  find   sanctuary  ) ,    his  ability  to  run   strips  from  his  fingers  the  second  he’s  already  seated  when  he  meets  her  eyes .    sirius  tenses  in  the  slightest  before  his  body   gives  in   with  a  sigh . this   shouldn’t  be  a  problem   —   he  has  all  the  reason  to  be  in  the  position  that  he  is ,    and  he’s  hiding  like  a   pup   knowing  it  made  a    mistake .    but  he   didn’t ,    he’s  told  himself  as  much  too  many  times  to  not  believe  it  at  this  point .    with  the  absolute  last  bit  of  energy  he  could  muster ,     he  simply  accepts  his  position  by  nudging  out  a  :        ❛     hey .    ❜

      the day had come again, but this time it wasn’t as long awaited as the last was. instead, the day served as a reminder that every day after would always be the same. he knew his parents would make a bigger deal of it than he thought they should, especially since he was the heir and this meant he was one step closer to taking over everything carrow — but amycus didn’t care, nor was he was focused on any of it. as he let himself into the seventh year slytherin girls dormitory with a hand holding a box behind his torso, amycus came to the one person he did care about on this day. “ happy birthday, allie. ”

    ℎ𝑒  𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑠  ℎ𝑒𝑟  𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛        past  the  stairs ,    quirking  up  a   silly   grin  as  he  skips  over  to  wrap  his  arms  around  her   waist   from  the  back ,    hoping  for  a little   scare   before  he’s  muttering  over  her  hair  in  greeting :       ❛    if  it  isn’t  the  goddess  in   flesh   herself ,     ❜    sirius  lets  his  arm  curl  over  alecto’s  shoulders  as  he  comes  around  her ,   head  nudging  over  to  the  pitch .      ❛    are  you  headed  for  the  game ?    ❜

      𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒  𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠  𝑜𝑓  𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑘   𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒         the  lake’s  horizon  when  he  reaches  it .    it’s   late   enough  that  he  isn’t  holding  out   too  much   hope  that  she’s  there  —  in  fact ,   it’s  been  some  time ,   with  so  much  to  have   changed ;    maybe  the  habit’s  died  as  well   —    but  merlin ,    does  he  hope   enough   that  a  warm  tightening  comes  over  him  when  he  recognises  exactly  how  the  form  he  sees  sitting  there   holds   herself   —   in  the  slow  movements  of  her  heightened  posture  and  rather   unwelcoming   aura .    he  smiles .       ❛   a  bit   nippy   to  be  staying  out   here ,    isn’t  it  ?    ❜       he  asks  just  as  he  comes  around  the  tree ,    looking  down  to  where  alecto  sits .

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