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Sirius didn’t have a problem with owls, they were clean birds, didn’t make a lot of noise and didn’t need a lot of attention or fussing over. Let them go out for a night and they fed, even in the middle of London, they had their ways and Tuffy was all resourceful, knew not to make a mess of its pray and the only thing Sirius had to worry about was keeping its cage clean which was no trouble at all as it only took a swish of his wand.
Letters however weren’t his best of companions and he had had a few not so happy memories concerning letters. Even his Hogwarts acceptance letter, which was certainly a treasured memory for most young witches and wizards, was a not so happy memory for him. The news made no difference in his house as it had been expected and it wasn’t an accomplishment, but something as common as breakfast. His entire excitement brought about a not so gracious reaction from his mother. Then came the Howlers which weren’t fond memories for obvious reasons. It was one thing to call him a disgrace to his face, entirely something else for everyone else to hear it.
Now it was mostly news he got from letters, either concerning his Auror training and assignments, which weren’t yet assignments per say as he wasn’t yet hunting dark wizards, but the news weren’t happy or good as it revolved around the war brewing all around them; or Order business which weren’t carefree either. The worst were of people that he knew, either from school or from Order meetings, important people for the Order or related in any way to what the Order was attempting to do, what they were going through or what had happened to them. Letters sucked all around in Sirius eyes.
Especially when they came in the middle of the night, or better said at three in the morning. Sirius woke up with a start as the tapping noise came from the direction of the window. Alerted by the familiar sound of the owl’s beak against a glass window, he forced himself awake as uncertainty washed across him. Was it a death, someone being hurt, someone gone missing? Moving closer to the window on all fours on the bed, like a dog, he opened it with eyes half awake and Remus’ owl flew in, perched itself on his forearm and he winced at its claws, but gave it a pet anyway. As he released it of it burden, it rubbed its feathery face against his forehead before it sat on the window sill. Turning on the lamp by his bed, he unrolled the parchment to see a few lines and he felt his teeth gritting. Grumpily, Sirius took one look at Chaucer. ”Shouldn’t have waited … He’ll see who’s the terrible one now, won’t he?” rubbing his face he went to his study and scribbled a few words in his messy and small writing before tying it to Chaucer’s leg and grabbing his pants as the owl flew out the window.
Sirius wasn’t a guy who enjoyed sleep all the time. With what was going on all around him and his all too common nightmares, it wasn’t often that he got a good night sleep, not to mention Order assignments or nights out that occupied his sleeping hours. He also wasn’t one to go back to sleep easily and he knew that too well. It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep, but once he was awake it was problematic to go back to sleep. It was a surprise he managed to keep up with Auror studies and training and the Order and going out and seeing his friends and full moons. It was a wonder that he didn’t crack yet, but Hogwarts hadn’t been much too different so maybe that helped.
As soon as he was out of his flat, window closed and door charmed to withstand most unlocking spells with a few charms he had perfected over the last few months, Sirius mounted his motorcycle and decided to race Chaucer to Moony’s. The bird had a head start but the engine roared as he took it to the streets, settling for a proper ride instead of flying. It was foggy and he didn’t want to have any surprises. The road seemed safer, clear of fog and better visibility.
As he rounded the corner, he reached Remus’ apartment complex, stopped the engine with a last roar and placed another charm even though there was no one in site at that time of the night. But with how London life went, he didn’t want to risk the safety of his most treasured possession, he never did. While he climbed the stairs, he could hear the noise that Remus had complained about and instead of going to his mate’s flat, he took the stairs to the upper floor and reached the door that could barely contain the noise. Jaw muscles tense and a stare that most men knew not to test, he started banging his fist against the door making an even bigger noise to cover up and be heard over whatever was happening in the flat’s kitchen.
A rather fat man opened the door looking severely inebriated starring at Sirius like through a fog. A grumpy and incoherent comment came from his mouth, but Sirius cared little for it. With no greetings or pleasantries exchanged Sirius bellowed his voice ”IT’S THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING ... EITHER YOU STOP OR I’LL FUCKING MAKE YOU STOP!” as the words washed over the man’s face and his expression seemed to sober up slightly from the shock only for a few seconds and before he could even reply, Sirius grabbed the door and closed it in front of himself before heading to Rem’s flat. A few not so heavy knocks as he settled and eased his breathing.
Sirius didn’t know exactly why he came but he always found a way to be there for Remus. It had been like that since second year and even now Sirius found himself wishing he still shared a room with the boy. With all of them really, but sharing a room with Remus meant more than just having someone to laugh with and have fun. He had lost track of how many times they went to each other for comfort and how many times Remus had been there in ways no one else could because the others wouldn’t understand or couldn’t. It all honesty, he didn’t think Remus knew exactly what he had went through but he understood in a way as he knew suffering and pain like no other. Waking up during a nightmare now meant that he had to hold himself for comfort as they weren’t kids anymore and going across London in the middle of the night seeking comfort wasn’t a very cool thing to do at his age. Sirius didn’t even know if Remus was aware of just how important he had been and still was to him.
Letters however weren’t his best of companions and he had had a few not so happy memories concerning letters. Even his Hogwarts acceptance letter, which was certainly a treasured memory for most young witches and wizards, was a not so happy memory for him. The news made no difference in his house as it had been expected and it wasn’t an accomplishment, but something as common as breakfast. His entire excitement brought about a not so gracious reaction from his mother. Then came the Howlers which weren’t fond memories for obvious reasons. It was one thing to call him a disgrace to his face, entirely something else for everyone else to hear it.
Now it was mostly news he got from letters, either concerning his Auror training and assignments, which weren’t yet assignments per say as he wasn’t yet hunting dark wizards, but the news weren’t happy or good as it revolved around the war brewing all around them; or Order business which weren’t carefree either. The worst were of people that he knew, either from school or from Order meetings, important people for the Order or related in any way to what the Order was attempting to do, what they were going through or what had happened to them. Letters sucked all around in Sirius eyes.
Especially when they came in the middle of the night, or better said at three in the morning. Sirius woke up with a start as the tapping noise came from the direction of the window. Alerted by the familiar sound of the owl’s beak against a glass window, he forced himself awake as uncertainty washed across him. Was it a death, someone being hurt, someone gone missing? Moving closer to the window on all fours on the bed, like a dog, he opened it with eyes half awake and Remus’ owl flew in, perched itself on his forearm and he winced at its claws, but gave it a pet anyway. As he released it of it burden, it rubbed its feathery face against his forehead before it sat on the window sill. Turning on the lamp by his bed, he unrolled the parchment to see a few lines and he felt his teeth gritting. Grumpily, Sirius took one look at Chaucer. ”Shouldn’t have waited … He’ll see who’s the terrible one now, won’t he?” rubbing his face he went to his study and scribbled a few words in his messy and small writing before tying it to Chaucer’s leg and grabbing his pants as the owl flew out the window.
Sirius wasn’t a guy who enjoyed sleep all the time. With what was going on all around him and his all too common nightmares, it wasn’t often that he got a good night sleep, not to mention Order assignments or nights out that occupied his sleeping hours. He also wasn’t one to go back to sleep easily and he knew that too well. It wasn’t that he couldn’t sleep, but once he was awake it was problematic to go back to sleep. It was a surprise he managed to keep up with Auror studies and training and the Order and going out and seeing his friends and full moons. It was a wonder that he didn’t crack yet, but Hogwarts hadn’t been much too different so maybe that helped.
As soon as he was out of his flat, window closed and door charmed to withstand most unlocking spells with a few charms he had perfected over the last few months, Sirius mounted his motorcycle and decided to race Chaucer to Moony’s. The bird had a head start but the engine roared as he took it to the streets, settling for a proper ride instead of flying. It was foggy and he didn’t want to have any surprises. The road seemed safer, clear of fog and better visibility.
As he rounded the corner, he reached Remus’ apartment complex, stopped the engine with a last roar and placed another charm even though there was no one in site at that time of the night. But with how London life went, he didn’t want to risk the safety of his most treasured possession, he never did. While he climbed the stairs, he could hear the noise that Remus had complained about and instead of going to his mate’s flat, he took the stairs to the upper floor and reached the door that could barely contain the noise. Jaw muscles tense and a stare that most men knew not to test, he started banging his fist against the door making an even bigger noise to cover up and be heard over whatever was happening in the flat’s kitchen.
A rather fat man opened the door looking severely inebriated starring at Sirius like through a fog. A grumpy and incoherent comment came from his mouth, but Sirius cared little for it. With no greetings or pleasantries exchanged Sirius bellowed his voice ”IT’S THREE IN THE FUCKING MORNING ... EITHER YOU STOP OR I’LL FUCKING MAKE YOU STOP!” as the words washed over the man’s face and his expression seemed to sober up slightly from the shock only for a few seconds and before he could even reply, Sirius grabbed the door and closed it in front of himself before heading to Rem’s flat. A few not so heavy knocks as he settled and eased his breathing.
Sirius didn’t know exactly why he came but he always found a way to be there for Remus. It had been like that since second year and even now Sirius found himself wishing he still shared a room with the boy. With all of them really, but sharing a room with Remus meant more than just having someone to laugh with and have fun. He had lost track of how many times they went to each other for comfort and how many times Remus had been there in ways no one else could because the others wouldn’t understand or couldn’t. It all honesty, he didn’t think Remus knew exactly what he had went through but he understood in a way as he knew suffering and pain like no other. Waking up during a nightmare now meant that he had to hold himself for comfort as they weren’t kids anymore and going across London in the middle of the night seeking comfort wasn’t a very cool thing to do at his age. Sirius didn’t even know if Remus was aware of just how important he had been and still was to him.
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