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             Bony fingers brush a silvery strand of hair behind his               ear that has been loosened away, separated from the               rest of them. There seems something off about him. To               be fair, all of them were at least a little off. They were all               terrified ( and determined not to show it ) They were now               the outcasts of society, they were the villains. And they               were now paying for it with everyone they’d ever fought               for lying dead in the ground. Dark Lord. Bellatrix.

        There was no coming back from a trauma such as this so it         had become an UNSPOKEN rule. Sudden movements, loud         sounds-- the shadow flickering in the corner of the room. So         when fingertips touch to his skin it’s only temporary, it’s only         for a flickering moment and she’s looking away already.

                           The unspoken rule? Be careful. Don’t                            touch what is already broken. Shards                            of glass scattered around their hearts,                            piercing lungs and making it harder to                            breathe. RIBCAGES ( former armours )                            confiding them in, a little prison of their                            own.

                  ❝ You’ve barely said a word all day. ❞

                          “Did you?  What an interesting decision.

      It always pleases me to know Harry was left                            with those Muggle scum for NO REASON at all.”

Lucius’ disgust is more than evident in his sarcasm and his expression.

             “Why, pray, did you stay?”

Sirius appears largely unaffected by Lucius’s judgement, save for his bitter laughter. The deadness in his eyes has nothing to do with guilt.

          “You think I could have taken him?

                    I killed his parents.

          I would have been Kissed before                anyone considered hearing me out.”

Sirius's voice grows thick. He clears his throat to chase it away; he doesn’t DESERVE to cry over it now, and he wishes they were at a bar; Sirius could at least drown his sorrows in something strong, then.

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Orion Black is insufferable.

Every time he opens his mouth to speak Sirius must fight the urge to grind his teeth until they break. If it weren’t for Orion’s seat in the Wizengamot, or his other numerous connections within the Ministry, Sirius would have never asked Orion to show him around the Ministry of Magic’s Level Two.

Finally, there’s a chance to break away, as Orion has some duty or another to fulfill, and Sirius insists he will manage perfectly fine on his own for the next hour. Any arguments are overridden as Orion is pulled away to do more work; he doesn’t get the chance to drag Sirius along by the younger’s ear.

With Orion gone, Sirius takes advantage of this rare opportunity to look around the Ministry himself.

It’s as Sirius is walking that he notices a familiar face, one he has made it his business to know after the most recent marriage of his cousins. It’s always good to know what’s going on within the family, after all.

     “Lucius Malfoy?”

Sirius’s mouth curls into a small grin as he comes to a stop in front of Narcissa’s new husband. They haven’t spoken in several years, yet Sirius treats Lucius with the same pleasant disposition he would show an old friend.