| jadedsirius @ 2004-05-25 23:50:00 |
There is something to be said about a quiet evening surrounded by books. However, it's unlikely that I will be the one saying it, unless that thing to be said involves bah and humbug. My heart goes out to those of you preparing for your O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s, it truly does, but it is perhaps for that reason that I can't watch. Something about the library during exam season makes me feel claustrophobic. All these children crammed inside, panicked at the thought that their entire lives may revolve around how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s they receive, it's dismal. Let me tell you something now: your future will not be predicted by your ability to transform M. McGonagall's desk into a pig. If your pig has a table leg, please don't climb a tree in panic. It's not that bad.
Ideally, I'd like to grab Harry and take him for a ride on the bike at the weekend, so the two of us could plot Remus's destruction (I imagine this would only require a simple rearranging of some of the books in the Restricted Section) and, perhaps for one day, forget that the world is the way it is. Instead, I'm meant to spend this weekend marking essays and inevitably brooding over the matter of Pettigrew.
It's funny, in the manner of things that aren't funny at all, how your life can revolve around one person in such a terrible fashion. Especially in cases like this one, you begin to wonder if there is something you could have done; if you had only been more friendly, more outgoing, less of a tease, if life would have dealt you a better set of cards. It doesn't seem likely. I do wonder which moment it was that set life down this path forever. Was it the time I tied Peter's shoelaces together, or was it the time James pitched that jug of syrup over his head? Childish jokes, but they were never meant to cause any harm. Perhaps we should have realised that they would.
It's no use for me to try to find that one moment where I should have stepped left instead of right. I know it, and I try to remember it, but it is harder than I can say. It's difficult to remember this when I know that something I did has endangered Harry's life forever, and I won't discuss James and Lily.
I am told that it was recently Molly Weasley's birthday, a date I missed in the shuffle of life. A belated happy birthday to you, Mrs Weasley. I hope it was as happy as it could be.
Comments:
| just_harry @ 2004-05-26 08:33 am UTC |
No, but I know where you keep your bike.
I don't know, I don't have any plans yet.
| jadedsirius @ 2004-05-26 08:41 am UTC |
Well, if you're not interested in spending the entire evening in the library, I might have some work for you to do around here.
(parent)| just_harry @ 2004-05-26 08:48 am UTC |
I was kind of hoping you'd give me a pass to rearrange the Restricted Section.
(parent)| jadedsirius @ 2004-05-26 08:59 am UTC |
Maybe after N.E.W.T.s. We can claim the pressure got to you.
(parent)| just_harry @ 2004-05-26 09:07 am UTC |
I'll just, er. Be a bit too busy to help you with work at the weekend. Plenty to do and all. You don't have to give me work.
(parent)| jadedsirius @ 2004-05-26 09:13 am UTC |
Are you sure you don't want to clean all the candelabras?
(parent)| just_harry @ 2004-05-26 09:23 am UTC |
I'm sure.
And I'm glad you tied Wormtail's shoelaces together. I think my mum and dad would be glad you're here.
Good night, Sirius.
| potions_master @ 2004-05-27 04:31 am UTC |
Actually, I think Potter has a brilliant future in cleaning candelabras.
(parent)| jadedsirius @ 2004-05-27 07:34 pm UTC |
Trying to model Harry after yourself, Snape? I always thought you were destined for a janitorial future as well.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-26 06:26 pm UTC |
Touch those books, either of you, and you will both regret that I am here.
I think you both ought to take a night and go out on the bike. Perhaps skip dinner? I can have something hot waiting for you in the room when you get back.
Bring me the leaves from the tops of the trees, if you do go.
| jadedsirius @ 2004-05-26 06:30 pm UTC |
As much as I'd like to be, I'm not even sure I'm in the mood for a carefree night right now. Although if you're offering to cook for me, you may take a small joy in knowing that I will grant you this favour. As a gift, from me to you.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-26 10:22 pm UTC |
You are a most giving spouse.
I will cook for you, if you don't mind peanut butter and jam sandwiches for dinner.
| jadedsirius @ 2004-05-27 07:35 pm UTC |
The house-elves are more generous, Moony. I'm disappointed.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-28 01:54 am UTC |
My talents are not found in the kitchen, Sirius.
Well, perhaps occasionally. But that's besides the point.