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Stupidity, ahoy! [Nov. 22nd, 2006|10:38 pm]
The Phoenix and the Serpent: a Harry Potter RP

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[not_dead_black]
WHO: Sirius & Samantha (surprise, surprise! :))
WHERE: the deep, dark woods near Hogsmede
WHEN: shortly after this entry
RATING: PG-13


Sirius couldn't stand it any longer. Being on the run was one thing, but being stuck in a house with no outside contact, no way to know what was going on with anyone, and the constant smell of thirteen cats using one litterbox (and, occasionally, his bed) was too much. He had tried, he really had, but he couldn't stand it any more.

He waited until everyone was asleep and the cats had left him alone. Then, very quietly, he eased the bedroom window open. He had tested it for lock or alarm spells earlier on and had found none. Apparently, Syd thought that the threat of being caught was enough to keep Sirius in.

I just want to go out for a while. Just to run, Sirius thought to himself. All I need is a little space.

He stuck his head out of the window to make sure that the coast was clear before dropping down into the shadows of the chilly night. Pulling his wand from his sleeve, he worked a quiet closing spell on the window. His bag and a couple of pillows were already tucked into the bed with a small animation spell on them to make it look like he was really asleep. If he was careful, the childish trick would work and he would be back before anyone bothered to check on him.

Keeping to the shadows next to the house, Sirius clutched his wand and shut his eyes. He needed to put some distance between himself and this place before he could relax.

Anywhere but here, he thought, concentrating on Apparating. Somewhere safe.

But a small voice in the back of his head couldn't help adding, Home.

With a muffled crack that was sure to go unnoticed, he disappeared, reappearing an appreciable distance away in deep forest. Seconds later, he was Padfoot, moving silently through the dark between the trees, sniffing the air.

Well, I'll be damned. This is the forest near Hogsmede. It was a stupid place to be, but it was home in a way. He knew this place, and he knew how to keep out of sight here. Being a black dog in the dead of night helped, of course.

An hour or two. That's all he would spend here. Then he'd go back, and no one would be the wiser.

Feeling happier than he had in weeks, Sirius trotted off.
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[User Picture]From: not_dead_black
2006-11-23 03:55 am (UTC)
Sirius's ears perked up and he paused. Even as Padfoot, his nose was nowhere near as keen as Samantha's, but he could still smell her. There was no color to it; she just smelled...familiar. Comforting, like home.

Shit. No wonder he'd ended up here when he'd thought of home. He cursed his hormones and trotted off again, away from Samantha's scent. He wanted more than anything to go toward it, but that would be even more stupid than what he was already doing. Nobody could see him, not even her. If she smelled him, then so be it.

He stopped again and sniffed the air, cautiously. Samantha's scent didn't seem to be any farther away, although he had been moving at a pretty good pace. She wasn't...following him, was she?

No, go back, go back! Sirius thought fiercely. Following me won't do either of us any good!
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[User Picture]From: not_dead_black
2006-11-23 04:05 am (UTC)
Sirius tried to run, but all he could manage was a sort of doggie power walk. He should run. Every fiber of the Padfoot part of himself knew he should run, but his human mind was getting in the way. And, since his human mind controlled every aspect of his Padfoot self, it was winning. He slowed to a walk, then stopped.

Oh, this is ridiculous, he thought. If she sees me, we'll both be in trouble.

But he stayed put.
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[User Picture]From: not_dead_black
2006-11-23 04:14 am (UTC)
Padfoot flattened his ears and whined without Sirius meaning to. The anger radiating off Samantha reached right down to the feral level and scared the crap out of him. He contrived to look like his being there was a mistake, which, due to his vague thoughts while Apparating, it kind of was.

Kind of. In a way.

He didn't turn human yet. His brain was sending him all kinds of signals that told him he would never get away if he did. But he wanted to.
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[User Picture]From: not_dead_black
2006-11-23 04:23 am (UTC)
Sirius lost the internal battle to remain Padfoot and straightened up into human form, stretching his arms over his head.

He hadn't looked in the mirror in days, so he had no idea how bad he looked. The darkness of the forest only made it worse. His face was pale and shone sickly in what little light their was, drawn and tired with dark circles under bloodshot eyes. His short, ragged hair was dirty and unkempt, and he smelled of cats. It wasn't the worst he'd ever looked, but it was close.

For a moment, he simply stood, blinking in the darkness as his vision adjusted. He couldn't think of anything to say.
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[User Picture]From: not_dead_black
2006-11-23 04:32 am (UTC)
Sirius shook his head and swallowed, hard. There were tears--tears, of all things--threatening to cloud his vision. He couldn't afford to be sappy right now. He couldn't afford being human, either, but that was done. For one brief second, he contemplated just Apparating away and forgetting the whole thing.

But he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. Stupid hormones.

"I needed to get out," he said quietly. "Just for an hour. Just...some time." He turned away, unable to meet Samantha's eyes. "Just some time," he repeated, mostly to himself.
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[User Picture]From: not_dead_black
2006-11-23 04:46 am (UTC)
Sirius hung his head, still facing away from Samantha. What was he supposed to say? That, despite Tonks being in Azkaban and him being on the run, pretty much all that he had thought about was her? That he'd felt horrible enough to start with, but being away from her made it worse?

All the good feelings he'd had about being temporarily free of Syd's house drained away. He knew he should be happy, but...

"I feel dead inside," he said aloud.
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[User Picture]From: not_dead_black
2006-11-23 04:57 am (UTC)
Sirius's head snapped up. He hadn't just heard what he thought he'd just heard...had he? He looked over his shoulder at Samantha, then turned back around to face her, looking at her face, he hair, her eyes shining in what little light reached through the trees. He opened his mouth.

I love you, too, he thought.

"Do you think I meant to?" was what came out.

No, dammit. I. Love. You.

But it stayed in his head. He had never told anyone that he loved them and meant it. Sirius Black didn't do that. He grit his teeth and looked at the ground, ashamed.
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