[Sirius laughs, once, short and grim and sharp. His smile echoes his laugh. Like Remus' careful blank smile, this one is also probably familiar. This is Sirius, digging his heels in. This is Sirius, when he knows that he's right, when he's faced with some stupid shit. Stupid shit, here, is beyond stupid. Dark lords and death and blasted-out front parlors. He saw a cottage that he's not lived to seem, in Lily's memory, a cottage that would be reduced to nothing at all in just a few short years.]
So would we.
[That's a given, an oath more serious than blood ties and family names and the way of the world around them. The one straightforward thing has always been the Marauders. The four of them. But there's one that matters beyond everyone else, and that's James--and even as he turns his stubborn look on him, Sirius is searching his face, greedy for just the sight of him. He's got James' face committed to memory, but that doesn't stop him from looking.]
I don't know why. No one knows but him. He was here, for a bit. Buggered off again. [Probably for the best. Talking about him now, Sirius finds that any sympathy or second thoughts has burned off of him entirely: if Peter were stood here in front of him, he would kill him. Full stop. He's never asked Remus if he would do the same, but he knows the answer. Of course he would. Nearly killed Sirius when he first arrived. For Peter, it would be much, much worse. And he deserves it.]
If he ever comes back, maybe you can listen to his excuses, but they were all of 'em pathetic. I wouldn't bother. Because it doesn't matter why. What matters is that he does it.
[He stands, stiff and angry, still stood close to James. He probably couldn't move away even if he wanted to.]
whoops i'm late sorry
[Sirius laughs, once, short and grim and sharp. His smile echoes his laugh. Like Remus' careful blank smile, this one is also probably familiar. This is Sirius, digging his heels in. This is Sirius, when he knows that he's right, when he's faced with some stupid shit. Stupid shit, here, is beyond stupid. Dark lords and death and blasted-out front parlors. He saw a cottage that he's not lived to seem, in Lily's memory, a cottage that would be reduced to nothing at all in just a few short years.]
So would we.
[That's a given, an oath more serious than blood ties and family names and the way of the world around them. The one straightforward thing has always been the Marauders. The four of them. But there's one that matters beyond everyone else, and that's James--and even as he turns his stubborn look on him, Sirius is searching his face, greedy for just the sight of him. He's got James' face committed to memory, but that doesn't stop him from looking.]
I don't know why. No one knows but him. He was here, for a bit. Buggered off again. [Probably for the best. Talking about him now, Sirius finds that any sympathy or second thoughts has burned off of him entirely: if Peter were stood here in front of him, he would kill him. Full stop. He's never asked Remus if he would do the same, but he knows the answer. Of course he would. Nearly killed Sirius when he first arrived. For Peter, it would be much, much worse. And he deserves it.]
If he ever comes back, maybe you can listen to his excuses, but they were all of 'em pathetic. I wouldn't bother. Because it doesn't matter why. What matters is that he does it.
[He stands, stiff and angry, still stood close to James. He probably couldn't move away even if he wanted to.]