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Log: Sirius and Narcissa. [Nov. 7th, 2006|07:49 pm]
Because sometimes fate has some pretty shit ideas.
padfootery
Characters: Sirius and Narcissa.
Location: Some back hallway.
Summary: THE WEIRDEST AIM LOG EVER. UM, DON'T ASK.

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Open to all Gryffindors. [Oct. 28th, 2006|10:50 pm]
Because sometimes fate has some pretty shit ideas.
padfootery
[whereabouts |Gryffindor Common Room]

Sirius lounged in the best seat by the fire right after dinner, waiting for his friends to come up. Bored, he'd taken to contemptuously watching the scene in front of him: some mind-bogglingly stupid conversation between First or Second Years. He glanced at the clock every now and then, wondering where James was.

Let's all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born, he sang under his breath -- then realized what he was singing and mentally cursed James and his bloody Beatles records. A wiggle of his foot, a tap of his finger. Sirius Black was bored and restless, and was quickly getting tired of it.
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SO WE TOTALLY FINISHED IT. [Oct. 23rd, 2006|08:27 pm]
Because sometimes fate has some pretty shit ideas.
padfootery
Characters: Sirius, James
Plot: UST, tackles, quidditch pitches, and Mandy Brocklehurst, that bitch.


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Closed to all except the Marauders. [Oct. 10th, 2006|07:44 pm]
Because sometimes fate has some pretty shit ideas.
padfootery
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A lazy Saturday afternoon, and Sirius was lying on his back, head half-propped-up against his pillow. He was halfway through some novel or other, but he was in one of those moods where it takes too many brain cells to read anything. He was in one of those moods where it takes too many brain cells to keep his eyes open, in fact.

"I wish," he said eventually, in the general direction of James and his bloody Jimi Hendrix records, "that you would turn that shite off." He thought about grinning, but it required too much effort.
link14 threw a quaffle

Open to all. [Sep. 29th, 2006|07:34 pm]
Because sometimes fate has some pretty shit ideas.
sly_an_vile
[whereabouts |Hogwarts Express]

Lily sighed, dropping onto the seat next to the window in the empty compartment. She stared out the window at the wall of station, rubbing her arm where she'd bashed it against her trunk heaving it into the compartment, then glanced at her watch: 10:36. Great. Just like Dad to leave early as hell, giving her nothing to do for fifteen minutes except mope about Petunia's latest farewell wishes.

Not that Mum and Dad knew about this, of course. She and Petunia remained civil and polite in front of their parents, only lashing out at one another in secret. Like late last night, when Mum and Dad were watching T.V. and Petunia came into her room to inform her not to contact her in any way whatsoever. And that if Lily could only manage to stay at "that school" for Christmas vacation, it would be more than perfect.

At least she's gone by March, Lily thought, sighing again, turning impatient.

She gets up and leaves the compartment in search of more distracting company.
link52 threw a quaffle

Open to Regulus. [Sample RP.] [Sep. 27th, 2006|08:05 pm]
Because sometimes fate has some pretty shit ideas.
padfootery
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[whereabouts |12 Grimmauld Place]

[OOC: This isn't a real RP -- we open Friday -- but this is just a sample, three or four comments, to see if my idea for LJ-based, narrative-style RPing will work, or will just look stupid.]

"I'm leaving," Sirius says, suddenly. The house does not answer. The grandfather clock ticks, but everything else is holding its breath, has been holding its breath for as long as Sirius can remember. "Right. I'm leaving," he repeats, stronger this time, and, that decided, turns and walks out of the room -- down the flickering, gloomy hallway, across plush carpets and past elegant, uncomfortable furniture.

The door connecting his room and Regulus' is open. Regulus is sitting on his bed and can see everything quite plainly, but Sirius ignores him. He pulls out a suitcase, savagely, and begins throwing things in.
link10 threw a quaffle

How things work. And stuff. [Sep. 4th, 2006|03:07 pm]
Because sometimes fate has some pretty shit ideas.
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Rules. And other REALLY EXCITING stuff, you know you totally want to read this.Collapse )
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