#normalitae

            “I’m pretty sure you got that from my closet, Petunia.”

          She and had James had only been engaged for a few weeks. And she knew her sister had been dating a man, Vernon, for some time, though she did not know the current status of their relationship. She was nervous as they approached her sister’s house. James had a temper, and having grown up in the wizarding world he knew very little about how to act outside of it. Blending into the muggles was one thing, but actually interacting with them, well, that was another.

          Petunia was one thing, her sister knew of magic, knew the world Lily was in, but Vernon, well, Lily doubted Petunia had told him anything. She begged James to behave. Begged him to not let his ego get in the way of things. Once he had sworn to her he would behave, did she feel slightly more at ease. But still nervous.

          She rang the doorbell and waited. She rolled her weight on the balls of her feet. James told her to relax, that her sister might think her to be nervous, but his words were met with a cold stare. Now was not the time for his jokes. If all went well, there might be hope for repairing things Petunia, and if not...well, Lily didn’t want to think of that.

          traditionally, sirius was a very  H E A V Y  sleeper. of this, he’d assured          mrs evans at her original hesitance of leaving him to sleep upon the sofa          -- something he was definitely too tall to do so comfortably, by anyone          else’s standards. still, upon him continually stating how if he did get a          crick in his neck, he’d be able to fix it  ( a lie ) , the woman had seemed          suitably  a p p e a s e d.

         all that being said, he was finding it somewhat difficult. were he anywhere          else,  he’d have switched forms by now,  always finding it far more easy          to sleep as a dog ---- but he did imagine it would be questionable if they          were to find canine hairs upon their couch. 

                                       it was a  r e l i e f, then, that he’d have such FORE-                                        SIGHT not to do as he would have done,  typically.

         eyes opening  b l e a r i l y,  sirius glanced down,  confused by his lack          of room for now, before finding that the hair that tickled his nose wasn’t          his own, as he’d  f i r s t  presumed. 

                                                               ‘ pet------------ ‘

FINE YOU ARE FORGIVEN BC U SAID NICE THINGS. JK C; I STILL LOVE U SMOOCHES.