âWeâll make this right, okay?â
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A solid embrace, kind face
And then the hurt starts leaving the room
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âIn the end, always laugh. And do not lose this strange habit of having faith in life.â
â Daniel C. L. (via alterated)
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mckinnon, marlene.
for as long as marlene could remember, sirius black had been a constant in her life. he was there for every major moment in her life, his striking gaze and teasing smirks etched into her mind sheâd often see them even when her eyelids fluttered shut, which understandably wasnât always something she relished - given that she was in a long term relationship with non other than his best friend, BROTHER. even so, the electric connection between them was never lost and the brunette had trouble concealing the effect he had on her, the evidence becoming more apparent with each passing year. â i think thatâs the buzz talking BLACK, itâs just same old me. youâre the one with an extra kick in his step, do share your secrets. â she teased, chewing on her lesser lip as she fought to squelch the ghost of a blush creeping onto her cheeks. â BUSY? hardly. i went off exploring for a good bit, took advantage of the chaos back home to disappear for a bit. i missed you though, iâve been in need of a fresh dose of lighthearted mayhem. â
black, sirius.
she was not wrong , there was an extra splash of joy mixed in with his usual zeal for life. a spring in his step ,  despite the meandering longings of nostalgia for old scenery. there was excitement to be found around new corners, unexplored freedom, the promise of new adventure. at this precise moment, sirius black was undoubtedly in love with  life.  â  there are no secrets between us,  â  he assured the witch, tempted for a split moment to reach for her shoulder, to draw her in. the tinge in her cheeks setting his blood to race at top speeds through his limbs. as long as their history had been, her memories stretched even farther than their old hauntâs halls to far less happy days. surely she knew his happiness, just as she knew what he had left behind. he settled for a loose one-armed hug before setting off without explanation for the partyâs back door. fingers unconsciously playing at the soft tendril that had caught his eye before he could return to his senses and draw away,  â  chaos, disappearances, exploration. quite the summer youâve had, love. iâm proud, honestly. marlene mckinnon taking on the world and winning. glad to have you back, of course. but that goes without saying. â he turned to flash her a smile, too quick to meet her eye before he was steamrolling through the sudden rise of emotion. sweet and genuine, although too deep to wade through,   â  speaking of mayhem, i want to show you something.  â Â
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black, regulus.
Regulus stood around the edge of the room, finally catching a moment to himself. The entire night before had seemed to consist of polite conversation with the whoâs who of the Ministry. They were all people Regulus knew heâd met before but had simply not paid that much mind to in the past as it had all been quite boring. Therefore he was glad to catch a moment to himself the following day. He looked over as the moment had ended due to the sound of anotherâs voice yet he hadnât heard exactly what had been said. âSorry, what was that?â
black, sirius.
sirius black was not a great man. at times his faults outweighed the good and nothing brought out the worse in him better than the likes of family. that eclectic mass of personalities and unbending ideals never failed to draw out his old, and at times heartless vices, spite, a rash temper, the competitive need to  condescend. it was almost questionable whether he did not belong in their ranks. not enough time had passed ( nor would it ever ) for him to turn a disinterested eye on the old wounds that his estranged brotherâs voice dug out of him, surprise that he was even allowed here, and the regret of old memories ready to swallow the thing beating in his chest. tamping down the hollowness beneath his ribs, sirius was quick to replace the ache with the far more manageable attitude of mocking, his chin tilting and lips curling,  â still expecting the world, i see.  â  grin wide and wolfish, his usual bite of joy was absent. there was a moment of study, temptation poorly resisted as he was careful to look over what he ought to have been.  â  i suppose some things never change.  â
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potter, james.
â has it ever occurred to you that the transition has finally happened and i truly have become and old man, annoyances included ? might take a crack out of sluggyâs old book and start yelling at kids over nonsense to truly complete the transition. â james chuckled, shoving his old friend back with the same ease and comfort that always trickled into any exchange, the familiarity of his brother being present settling any passing nerves harbored in the pit of his stomach. unsurprisingly, james potter always felt like he was on top of the world when beside sirius, a notion that had undoubtedly landed them both in a world of trouble countless times before. â he was on to something, hosts never enjoy a party. save for us, we seem to have a knack for relishing in the unwarranted chaos that comes with any of our gatherings, i think itâs a talent weâve cultivated rather well. canât say iâm feeling particularly uneasy, more like ready for something interesting to happen and this whole hoopla is pretty underwhelming. skeeterâs looking pretty fit this year, reckon iâve got a chance with the broad? i could offer up some scintillating secrets about the illustrious marauders and score myself a hot date. â
black, sirius.
sirius clamped a hand over his chest, fingers curling, he let out a pained gasp.  â  iâm   sorry ,  for a second i thought you said weâre  old.   â  no âweâ had passed jamesâ lips , but the alternative, that they were separate, of varying minds and souls, did not cross his thoughts for even a moment. even as time and james trudged fearlessly ahead, sirius clung to old habits, suspended in youth. an issue reserved for a darker day, when the stakes were greater than a fulfilling party. he spread his arms, the gesture grand enough to encase the predicament. a statement of sirius blackâs honest simplicity of spirit. the world was good, because he smiled. and james would be happy, because heâd make it so.  â  overthinking will kill even the funnest of parties, prongs. thereâs nothing stopping us from livening things up ourselves, you know.  â  his gaze fell to the source of music, eye sprinkled with a familiar mischief as his attention splintered between plans and their conversation.  â  ai--- if anyone could tame the beast, itâd be you, mate. but the cost---  â  his features twisted with a cringe, head shaking as he waved his brother to follow him to the edge of the room. a name clung to the end of his tongue. the red-haired witch with poor taste was no doubt lingering in the back of his friendâs thoughts as well. but if james really was so near moving on sirius could not blame him. or find the grace in himself to bring her up. sirius instead leveled jamesâ with a teasing grin, fingers digging through the many pockets of his jacket for his wand and a explosive or two,  â i think, you both could do better. now help me turn the music up, and the lights down. or maybe flashing  â
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lupin, remi.
      â  . . .  â
      â   ah  .Â
     would ya look at that  ?Â
        even when iâm not sure  , Â
      iâm still 100% right  .Â
     i didnât wanna hear it  .  â
         â  but siriusly  ,Â
         i need a refill  .     join me   ?  âÂ
black, sirius.
     â  and  put up with another  moment
   of your abuse ?!Â
                  ---   Absolutely.  â
         â  hear that people? this man has a problem that needs fixing. â   Â
       sirius warned to no one in particular ,Â
    arm thrown around the otherâs neckÂ
         in a violent show of affection. Â
             only to drop the embrace just as   quickly.
       looking the other over , he pressed on
  steps just ahead
          â   whatâs your poison , moon ?  â
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mckinnon, marlene.
though the festivities had barely commenced, marlene took advantage of the few sips of liquid courage that coursed through her veins in hopes of squandering the nerves that nestled into her stomach. it felt as things had changed greatly now that she was no longer a KID, but still very much felt like one. first days were never her fortĂ©, but then again alcohol wasnât either. â so what did you get up to on the break? the time off definitely did you some good, you look pretty amazing. â
black, sirius.
sirius had the uncanny ability of belonging most anywhere , save where he was supposed to in the darkest recesses of grimmauld place. there heâd been familiar with the feeling of anxiety , of worry. it had only been once heâd left that heâd found the world ready to embrace him ,  the truly frightening parts of life left to nip at his heels.  in company of friends , he suffered no nerves , his instincts wired to reject  rejection. sirius allowed his lanky frame to relax against the wall beside the witch , the calm thumping in his chest stuttered to life at her words.  â  not so bad yourself , marbles.  â  his gaze fell , noting the corner of her lips and messy curl on her shoulder before continuing the search for her drink. his features split into a smile.  his holidays had improved significantly with the addition of freedom, hobbies and ideas allowed to be explored. not to mention his bike , calling him to adventure. she was right, as usual.   â  now here--- donât insult me , i did absolutely  nothing.  just as any respectable , highly responsible individual should. . . . what about  you--- donât tell me you were busy ?  â Â
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lupin, remi.
   â  unless ya brought refills  , Â
       mânot sure i wanna hear it  . â
black, sirius.
â  not sure ? not  sure ? Â
       -- i didnât think weâd ever stumble on something   Â
     you didnât know, mate. this is big.  huge. Â
        shut up. shutupshutup. shhshh shh. let me relish this, yeah ?    âÂ
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potter, james.
â ya know, school functions just ARENâT as fun when alcohol is just freely handed out to you. whereâs the thrill in that? itâs almost too easy. makes you miss the good old days. â the tall man heartily laughed as he enclosed a fresh glass in his palm, offering a kind smile to the person beside him before surveying the crowd. he wasnât really being earnest. if anything, he was buzzing to be a part of this new world, a world of action and change. he did not crave the past for he often relished in the prospect of what future held. it was just a good excuse for small talk. â think this gatsby bloke ever got sick of a good party? â
black, sirius.
â  your grumpy old man impression is coming along. at least i  hope thatâs an impression.  â  sirius intoned with a bemused stretch of  his lips, gaze steady on his friend even while he was busy surveying the room. teasing aside, there was a certain lightness returning to the former gryffindorâs features. his shoulders loose and that twitching muscle in his cheek had settled into a warm expression with the please of present company. a sway allowed him to give a light shove to jamesâ arm, a soft and common plea for the other boyâs attention, an old gesture. sirius wasnât quite sure himself who had decided this nonsense that this crowd was âold enoughâ to warrant the free-flow of alcohol, as he could not imagine a less deserving bunch, especially himself. that didnât mean he wasnât going to enjoy the long con of adulthood, freedom so close he could taste it. his smile widened, his words determined to pull his friend from the edge of dissatisfaction.  â  i donât think the guy ever showed up to begin with. ---you alright there, james ? feelinâ sick yourself ? maybe you looked at skeeter a little too long.  â Â
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pettigrew, peter.
Peter had always had a shitty tolerance for alcohol, and while it bugged him a bit when he was younger and was still in school, he realized it was a plus in the way that he needed a lot less to get a good buzz going than any of his friends did. The issue was nights like tonight when he decided to try and keep up, having pregamed before showing up to this party and was now a tad unsteady on his feet. Still, he was feeling the best heâs felt in months, maybe longer as he staggered back over to the bar to grab another drink before somehow managing to get to the main music source of the evening.
âWeâre going off theme for this next song, time for some Queen bitches! Letâs dance!â
black, sirius.
there was an endeared twitch to siriusâ lips , his gaze noting the sway of his friendâs frame. he personally had never understood the need to get drunk to stay sober , mumbled , drunken âiâm fineââs remained the most incomprehensible and out of place phrase at any thriving party. where was the fun in that ?  â  if i didnât know better , iâd think you wanted to cause a scene , pete.  â  he followed at the other boyâs shoulder , ignoring the strain concentrated at his chest. and here heâd been silently mulling and fretting all summer , wondering that their continued learning endeavors meant the end of their youthful  shenanigans. saying nothing of the embarrassing burst of affection , sirius threw his arm over peterâs shoulder to drag them to the floor to the pulsing chords of one of the bandâs iconic ballads.  â  or did a summer of adulthood wear you down , mate ? should i get you a cane ?  â  a laugh tumbled from his throat as he released peter to break into a slide, his shoulderâs shimmying to the music.
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