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Sirius had been on his way to one of the pubs, looking over at an interesting window display or two when he spotted Rita admiring her book in a window. It wasn’t a surprise though really, it seemed very on brand as something she would do. He hadn’t payed any attention to her books as he assumed they were full of lies or gossip but as he got closer he saw the title and made a face.

“Trying to ruin someone else's life are you Rita? I think it might be wise to stay away from Dumbledore he still has quite a lot of pull and people who support him,” he noted. “Wouldn’t want a mob at your door now would you?” he questioned with a raised brow. Of course, he couldn’t say that she wouldn’t deserve it if she did publish such a thing. Dumbledore had helped win them the war and while some methods might be questionable, it was war times… And not to mention the gossip column she had regularly outing people's secrets.

She shook herself slightly as she came out of the bathroom. She had been flying around for longer than usual, it was harder than one might think to switch between wings and arms. Fluffing her hair, she made her way back over to the main walkway of the Alley, heels tapping along the stones in a steady rhythm as she walked. 

Rita stopped to glance in the window at Flourish and Blott’s - making sure they hadn’t taken her book out of the main display. She smiled as she saw it, satisfied.  Armando Dippet: Master or Moron? A small, satisfied sigh escaped her. “What do you think of a sequel?” She asked the person next to her, tapping her chin. Talking to herself more than anyone, really. “No one’s come out with a good piece on Dumbledore yet. I’m sure there’s loads to be dug up on him.”

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Sirius had stared at the wizmessage for far too long, the fact his brother had been the first to reach out… well by this new number. He had messaged the other one non stop since he had suspected his brother might not be dead but injured and in hiding. So while it was a surprise it wasn’t as shocking as it may have been to some. No, the thing that stung was that Regulus wasn’t living alone, which was better for his safety, but that it was with someone else. That he hadn’t come to him for safety after the ordeal and siding against the family he thought maybe they could be close again as they had been as children.

He heard a knock on the door and jumped up from his seat quickly. None of the other marauders were home so this reunion would be just them. Opening the door he took a moment to look over his brother, he seemed thinner, paler, different somehow. They hadn’t been on the best terms so he wondered if his brother might push him off but he didn’t care. He rushed forward folding his brother into a hug, leaning his head down to rest atop his, breathing him in for a moment as he was able to feel that he was real and solid. He didn’t want to push his luck so after a few moments he pulled back, “It’s good to see you brother,” he said his tone soft as he ushered him inside.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were alive? I would have helped you, you could have hid out here…” he paused. “Who are you staying with? And what happened?” he questioned, unable to hold them in.

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The address that Sirius had sent him to wasn't terribly hard to find. Regulus was familiar enough with Diagon Alley, muggle side included. He had been a very curious young boy. Even if that got him in trouble from time to time. He never lost that curiosity but he did learn to shove it aside in hopes of a better survival. Standing on the stoop of the revealed safe-house, Regulus raised his hand to knock on the door. He paused for a moment. His fisted hand shook lightly. Had Sirius gone to his funeral? The thought made Regulus' stomach twist. Memories of going to Sirius for comfort after their mother took her anger out on him flashed in his mind. Late-night pillow fights and carefully held secrets filled his head. Had Sirius wept for him? Regulus stealed himself. Swallowed down the guilt that threatened to force him to go without even making himself known. He was good at being cold. At playing the emotionless, even-tempered one. Even if he rarely felt calm, he could pretend. Knocking on the front door, Regulus stood back and waited. It had been a long time since he'd seen his brother. Part of him was worried that things might have changed too much but the other part of him knew one thing. Sirius was Sirius. That wasn't going to ever change.

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The voice he heard behind him was an unwelcome one. It was no secret Bellatrix had cut him off long ago like most of the rest of his family. Of course there were a few exceptions, and most of his extended family of cousins he was never fond of to begin with so he was fine with them disliking him.

“Well, that’s kind of the point now isn’t it cousin, to get it to do something it doesn’t usually do with magic. So I have achieved my task and invented a new thing all in one,” he informed her, unbothered by her tone. Even when they hadn’t been estranged she had never been very friendly. And he knew the reminder despite their estrangement they were still related wouldn't be something she liked. Just an added bonus for him. “I guess you know me well then. I do like to make an entrance and go against the status quo after all.”

Sirius Black. A man Bellatrix preferred not to think about at all. He was not family at all to her. He was a serious black spot - pun intended - of the family. He did not deserve to have the Black family name. And that was an opinion she would not be changing anytime soon. Or at all.

So seeing him at Diagon Alley with that bloody Muggle bike made her blood boil. How dare he bring those Muggle items into their world.

"I don't know a lot about Muggles but I am pretty certain it is not supposed to fly." It was a rather sunny day in March but her voice made the temperature drop a few degrees nearly right away. Her dark stare was fixated on her cousin. "Why doesn't it surprise me that it is yours?"

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The voice was familiar and he looked up to find his cousin, one who was still speaking to him, the other black sheep of the family.  “I should have known the mothering instinct in you would be the first thing to kick in,” he chuckled at her comment. Of course, she wouldn’t want Dora to see it as she would definitely want to go for a ride. While he was reckless with himself he wasn’t about to be reckless with his cousin’s child. For the simple fact, they were a child, but also he had very few family who still spoke to him, and he would never jeopardise having her turn her back on him. “Come on, even I wouldn’t let Dora ride this. So I won’t bring it round as I know she would want to ride it.”

“Are you impressed with my inventing savvy or horrified cousin?” he asked with a grin. He was leaning toward the latter. Though she was the other black sheep of the family she did it in a much different way. “Yes, it took quite a lot of brains to get this up and running so really you should be quite proud of me,” he noted. People often thought he wasn’t as smart as he was because of what he used his intelligence for but when push came to shove he could outsmart many of them. It was better for people to underestimate you after all. “How is the little terror and the other half?”

It was rare for Andromeda to have a day to herself. Not that she would ever complain. She was happy with the busy life at home with Ted and Nymphadora, it was certainly never boring. She wasn't sure what Ted may have seen on her face this morning, but it seemed enough for him to encourage her to take the day for herself. She had objected, perfectly content to spend the day at home with them. But with his insistence she had agreed. Which was how she had found herself in Diagon Alley, wandering the stores and perusing more than anything else. She had bought a few items, mainly things that she knew the two at home would love. Already she looked forward to seeing the way their faces lit up when she revealed she had purchased their favorite sweets.

Stepping out of the latest shop, she could no longer deny the way her stomach growled. She turned down the street, debating what she wanted to eat when she spotted her cousin. Never passing up the opportunity to see Sirius, and also curious what he was up to. The moment he spoke she could only shake her head in disbelief. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. "Please don't bring that to the house next time you visit. I'll never hear the end of Dora begging to get to go on a ride..." Her voice was resigned as she shook her head in disbelief. "A flying motor bike Sirius? How on earth?"

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“A different drinking partner would do me some good,” he noted dryly. He had to keep his wits about him with his present company so there was no way he would lose them by taking a drink. “Looking for your latest victim are you?”

"Feisty tonight, aren't we?" A young cub like him, it was amusing to see—what did he think he could do? Fenrir would bite through his jugular before he had time to wave his silly, little stick. "A drink might do you some good."

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Sirius was used to injuries on the job, hell they had a bed reserved in the hospital for those in his profession if that wasn’t a warning sign. But that was part of what appealed to him given his reckless nature. He liked to jump in head first to things and ask questions later consequences be damned. A familiar face came round the corner to his bed and he smiled in response. “What fun would that be Lils? Anyone can meet up for boring old coffee, but here I am giving you hands-on experience in treating wounds and things. Think that is quite a good friend actually,” he teased with a chuckle. “You know, the usual, someone trying to take me down and they just weren’t successful,” he noted pointing to a few minor wounds before pulling up his shirt slightly to reveal the real reason. “This one on the other hand doesn’t look so good, hit me with something that was dipped in some sort of potion maybe.” There was a small puncture where the dagger had stabbed him and vein-like lines tinged in black coming from it.

STATUS: for @siriusorionn TIME: 20:36 LOCATION: st mungo's hospital for magical maladies and injuries

the last half hour of a long a.m. shift at the hospital tended to be exponentially more chaotic than the rest of the day. street duels with wayward jinxes seemed more rampant past eight, those who had drunk too much firewhiskey began to trickle in about now, and lily had noticed a steep increase in magical creature bites the later it got. she had just finished tending to the latter when a familiar patient entered the ward, bed already reserved for the hit-wizard — an occupational perk. "always a pleasure, black, but every time i see you in here, it stresses me out. why can't we ever just meet for coffee?" her words are spoken with a level of concern that isn't mirrored by the brightness of her expression. "what have you done now?"

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“That it is,” he paused. “And what would you consider my other titles?” he questioned, cocking his head to the side, curious. Troublemaker, mischief maker, marauder, he had many but he always wondered how others saw him. “I will have to patent it then or you might see then cropping up everywhere, someone making a fortune off my idea would be quite maddening,” he considered. He was cute off from the Black family fortune after all so it could be a way to bring in some more money not that he needed it. He didn’t live lavishly like his family had. He had money from his uncle Alphrad bless him and the money he made from work so he was more than comfortable.

“Oh and what are you so busy doing? Sneaking around with your beau or is there something else?” his grin turned mischievous. He had teased her quite often about Frank and her utter denial of how she felt about him. “I don’t know, I thought you might have gone soft on me, become all respectable or something,” he scoffed as if it were a dirty word. “I’m surprised as long as brooms have been around they haven’t fixed that little problem with it, a nice seat to go on top of it, changes the aesthetics a bit, but I don’t think in a bad way,” he shrugged. He was no expert on brooms, unlike James. “Aren’t worried about messing up your hair?” he teased.

"Yet another title to add to your collection." Alice teased with a little smirk. Though she wasn't sure if inventors were supposed to make more than one of their items. She supposed they would if they wanted to be successful. "Better keep the idea to yourself though or someone might steal it." She did very much doubt that though. Alice didn't think that many people would want a flying bike though. Whilst the bike looked cool, Alice didn't think it was massively practical. Not for every day though.

"That's because I am." She agreed with a nod. That was more so because she was incredibly bad at her time management. Alice just wanted to get all the work done. She needed to work on her work life balance though. "Since when have I ever not loved risk? She might not be as reckless as the man in front of her, but Alice certainly liked to live life on the wild side. It was boring any other way. "It better be more comfy than a broom." She mused, a little grin on her face. Whilst she loved quidditch, she couldn't really stand a broom. They were not comfortable at all. "But a ride sounds fun."

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Sirius knew it was petty to dislike anyone who had gotten to be with Remus, even limited as it usually was to stop them from discovering his secret but it was hard. He had done well at hiding it while the two were together as he wanted his friend to be happy even if it wasn’t with him, but a bit of that pretense had fallen away now that Remus wasn’t seeing her. Not that he had anything against Daisy, it was mere jealousy he had to tamp down.

“Good to hear no one has copied me yet, probably don’t have the guts,” he smirked. After all it was technically illegal, the misuse of muggle artifacts department wasn’t happy about it but he had charmed his way to avoiding trouble. Using it for his job, not causing any trouble, or mayhem in the muggle or wizard world. “I am just that good,” he teased with a chuckle, relaxing more now. “I work on it alone now mostly but before I talked to a few muggle mechanics to understand how it worked, floated some ideas around with the boys on what spells would be best. And a lot of trial and error before taking it any higher than a few feet off the ground to avoid disaster.”

Knowing that Sirius was one of Remus' best friends, Daisy could feel some apprehension in her body but tried not to show it. She didn't want anything to be awkward between she and people she had considered friends. Sirius was always around Remus so of course she thought of him as a friend but with the breakup, well, people change.

She could sense some prickly feelings from Sirius but luckily they still had an exchange. Better than him ignoring her or berating her for anything. After all, she didn't do anything wrong. Remus was the one who ended it and she didn't even know why. She didn't want to lose the connections she'd made.

"I would have to say you're probably right. I've never seen another flying motorcycle. It's quite the feat, I must admit. I'd like to know more about it and how you got it to fly. It's exciting to see something so unique!" she said happily. "How do you work on it? Does anyone help you are you just that good?" Daisy laughed.

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Sirius looked up at the sounds of the voice, picking it out from the crowd that had started to disperse now that he was looking. He remembered the other from school, a few chance encounters, but someone he had been meaning to connect with these days now that he had heard of their profession. He had a nice collection of tattoos and could always add a few more. “Well thats good to hear, I guess I’m the only one then, an inventor of sorts? Have to put a patent on it so people don’t start ripping me off I suppose,” he said considering for a moment. He had charmed it to keep it from the eyes of muggles so as not to land himself into trouble by having a flying motorbike in the paper. He was a troublemaker, a rebel, but even he didn’t want that kind of trouble. Not to mention the job he now held wouldn’t be happy. But he found it quite useful for the job, a birdseye view of things.

“It did take quite a fair amount of work, muggle things don’t seem to like being infused with magic or doing something they aren’t supposed to do,” he chuckled. Almost talking like it was alive, but in a weird way it sort of was, taking on a life of its own he almost felt as if it had a bit of a will sometimes. Probably something he shouldn’t say aloud lest people think he was nuts. He knew Char had done some advocating for muggle rights and he wondered if this would offend them and he was about to be yelled at. Abusing muggle items or something like that, wondering if they had a connection with the misuse of muggle artefacts depts. “Tenuous special sort of permission for it, for my job,” he added quickly. “As long as I don’t cause a fuss I think.”

Charlie had spent the better part of his day walking around outside, handing out flyers and trying to encourage people to show up to a rally they were planning for later in the month. They were trying to get the school board to agree to a meeting with him so that he could propose the idea of making muggle studies a required course in the Hogwarts curriculum. He had been working on this presentation for ages by that point and the board were still making him fight to even be able to give it. Hopefully with enough numbers it would finally be allowed to happen. To Charlie the concept shouldn't be so radical, it was strange that there was a whole chunk of the reality they existed in that others were just being kept blind to, all because the information had a big 'non-magical' label slapped onto it. He was feeling too warm, his feet too sore, it was finally time for him to stop for a break but he was interrupted by the sound of a nearby motorcycle. It made them perk where they stood, immediately looking around them to see where it might have come from. It wasn't a sound they ever expected to hear in a magical street, because it was certainly not a magical sound. Their eyebrows raised in surprise when they realized the sound was coming from the sky, and a moment later the rider landed in the street in front of them, got off and started to inspect the thing. He recognized Sirius Black and with a smile, he made his way over. "As a matter of fact, I haven't," they answered with a little shake of their head. "But that's not unusual as they don't- didn't- really exist- Made this one to fly yourself, then?" He tried to sound at least a little disapproving- It was generally illegal to magically tamper with muggle items- But Char would have been flat out lying if he tried to claim he didn't think it was brilliant. "It must have taken some work."

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The night before came back in a rush, something that had been dancing at the edges of his mind that he had pushed back, thinking it was a dream. It was real? They had been dancing, having a wonderful time, free and full of life, enjoying it after all the ugliness of the war. A big grin on both of their faces at their drunken movements, savouring the moment. All of a sudden the look on Remus’ face had changed, he moved closer, his face coming toward him, a clash of lips. It had shocked him, but only for a moment before he was kissing his friend back, running his fingers through his hair and pulling him close. 

It had ended with them coming back here, falling into his bed in a tangle of limbs, kissing and snuggling close till they had fallen asleep. He had wondered what would happen when the dam burst, when he thought he would finally go mad with it and break down and kiss Remus being unable to resist any longer. But here it was, Remus had kissed him. Did that change things, the fact that he had initiated it? He wasn’t sure. He took a deep breath before biting down on his lower lip, considering his words carefully.

“You kissed me,” he repeated. The words were so foreign but he liked them. “I…I don’t want you to take it back,” his voice was near a whisper. Even though Remus had made a move first they were both drunk. “I did kiss you back… but I could ask the same of you, if the alcohol made you do it… or if it was something you wanted to do before that like I did.” He let that hang there, feeling like the cards were now all on the table. He kissed Remus back, he admitted to having thought about doing it before, that it wasn’t just the alcohol. That it was a miracle it hadn’t happened far before now.

Remus had seen that look on Sirius before and had been about to apologize for being the cause of it. He was beaten to speaking though, gaze traveling up before shaking his head. His stomach felt like it was in knots, leaving him struggling to find something — anything — to say. His nerves were just as bad as Sirius’ appeared. It kept him quiet, running through multiple scenarios of what he could say. Where it had become a repeat situation, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was time to talk about it. As terrifying as the idea was.

The main thing that kept him holding back on saying anything was a fear of losing Sirius. Friendship was fine, but the worst-case scenario of Sirius rejecting him and no longer wanting anything to do with him was something he didn’t want to risk. His teeth dug into his lower lip while he listened to Sirius, taking in the forced smile. All he had to do was be honest, but the idea of doing so was terrifying. It already felt like he was losing Sirius to the awkwardness of dancing around their ending up in bed together again.

“It’s fine,” Remus spoke in an almost whisper, clearing his throat before repeating it a little louder. “It’s fine. I—“ For Merlin’s sake, it was time to come out with it. “I kissed you,” He murmured, unable to hide the worried look that accompanied it. “And I wouldn’t take it back since...” He paused, struggling to find the right thing to say. “Oh for Godric’s sake, Sirius. I can’t keep dancing around this happening again since I—  You kissed me back and I-" Another pause, this one accompanied by his running his hand through his hair. "I've been too afraid to ask if it was only the alcohol that made you do it.”

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Go ahead. Kill her. How did you - What are you waiting for? Kill her!

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till the room stinks

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✉ | sirius ⇄ lily

Lily: It's been years of practiceso you do have a bit of an unfair advantage Lily: When I decided that she deserves human rights, AKA right now. Just like all the cups in the house have been 'temporarily located' to your room? Lily: How would you know? How many bridal showers have you been to??? Lily: Ding ding ding, we have a winner! Forget anything bad I've said about the groom - his sister's worse!! Jokes aside she was probably the rudest woman I've ever met in my life. She was saying such mean things about James she's lucky she didn't get punched. I'm not above physical violence. Sirius: hey, no one was stopping you from practising for all those years Sirius: perhaps some of them found a new home, but they will be returned shortly Sirius: and how would her rights work as she can't actually move or speak? Sirius: none, but I've seen shows and heard things Sirius: i've never hit a lady before but i hope I never meet her, I'm not above a well-placed spell to be made look accidental

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✉ | sirius ⇄ alice

Alice: Whooo ever said I was going to get feelings? Alice: No feelings here. Sirius: kind of sounds like you did already my dear Sirius: uh huh, keep telling yourself that

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✉ | ludo ⇄ sirius

Ludo: maybe colours from my quidditch team. then ppl will know to return it to me Ludo: we can go 2nite if u want? go get me a new flask then hit the bars after Sirius: but do you want them to know its yours? Sirius: since drinking on the job is generally frowned upon Sirius: plausible deniability my friend Sirius: sounds like a plan

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✉ | sirius ⇄ severus

Severus: We all know the state of the Ministry these days, scrambling to make ammends. Severus: I hear the Beast department is particularly understaffed. Severus: Not that they were ever that helpful, anyway. Sirius: the ministry was always a bit of a mess if we're being honest, but more so now Sirius: interesting, so some of them might not be well under control Sirius: might even be running amuck