#george tracker

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

I will sell this ship or die trying!

[totallycorrectf1]

Logan: I can’t find Alex. Do you know where he is? George: What do you think I have a tracker on him or something? Logan: No, of course not, I just - George (pulling out his phone): Well I do just give me a second to pull it up.

[blogger360ncislarules]

Impressive overhead view of the new and returning casts of at CBS's 2024 Fall Schedule Celebration

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Steven Baker, George Stamatiadis "Continue" (𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴 . 𝙼𝙾𝙳) Halloween Harry (1993) Interactive Binary Illusions

[otomiyaa]

Praying that Squid Game S3 starts with a backstory of Hwang In-ho 🙏

or just includes it somewhere. I wanna see his pov in flashbacks.

Like maybe some childhood and all the way back when he participated in the games and how he became the front man, to shooting his brother (and saving him!!?) + his years of pining tracking Seong Gi-hun after he won in S1.

Also his (smug) reaction when he finds out Gihun tried shit by hiding that tracker in his tooth, and when he enters the games undercover and gets a real good close-up of Gihun's behavior.

How he stands on the side during the Mingle game, watching the chaos calmly Regina George style without entering a room when he's separated from the group, smirking at the guards who are obviously not shooting him before he cheerfully reunites with the others.

And just the entire sequence from when he and Gihun part ways until Gihun gets caught. Netflix I'm on my kneeeeees.

[regulus-lantsov]

I did something

I was bored and decided to put F1 drivers in a hunger games simulator ( I also made a wheel to randomly pick the team )

The Bloodbath No deaths occurred.

Day 1 Kimi R. forces Esteban to kill Max or Lewis. She refuses to kill, so Kimi R. kills her instead.

Night 1 Alexander throws a knife into George's head.

Day 2 Bortoleto decapitates Alexander with a sword. Max poisons Jenson's drink, but mistakes it for her own and dies.

Night 2 No deaths occurred.

Day 3 No deaths occurred.

Night 3 Charles bashes Lewis's head against a rock several times. Isack dies trying to escape the arena.

Day 4 Lando falls into a frozen lake and drowns.

Night 4 No deaths occurred.

Day 5 No deaths occurred.

Night 5 Charles, Liam, and Bottas successfully ambush and kill Sebastian, Kimi R., and Bortoleto.

Day 6 Charles ambushes Oscar and kills him.

Night 6 No deaths occurred.

Day 7 Franco strangles Pierre after engaging in a fist fight.

Night 7 No deaths occurred.

Day 8 Charles catches Carlos off guard and kills him.

Night 8 No deaths occurred.

Day 9 Charles, Kimi A., and Bottas get into a fight. Kimi A. triumphantly kills them both.

Night 9 No deaths occurred.

The Feast Daniel severely injures Checo, but puts him out of his misery.

Day 10 No deaths occurred.

Arena Event Carnivorous squirrels start attacking the tributes. Jack is brutally attacked by a scurry of squirrels. Jenson uses the squirrels to her advantage, shoving Liam into them.

Night 10 No deaths occurred.

Day 11 No deaths occurred.

Night 11 No deaths occurred.

Day 12 Kimi A. repeatedly stabs Daniel to death with sais.

Arena Event The remaining tributes begin to hallucinate. Nico R. hugs a tracker jacker nest, believing it to be a pillow. Franco hugs a tracker jacker nest, believing it to be a pillow.

Night 12 No deaths occurred.

Day 13 Ollie dies trying to escape the arena.

Night 13 Jenson stabs Kimi A. with a tree branch. The winner is Jenson from District 1!

[laura1633]

Imagine Max and Charles wearing a fitness tracker that they aren't allowed to take off, evening during the night. So it doesn't take long for their personal trainers to figure out that their spikes in heart rate overlap with the times that Max and Charles mysteriously disappeared.

This would be so funny anon 🤣

Perhaps their trainers make them wear them for two weeks and Max and Charles don't really question it. They don't even really think about it too much (because they are idiots and they can't keep their hands off of each other anyway so it's not like a fitness tracker is going to stop them).

When they hand the trackers into their respective trainers they ask what the results are but are told it was for data collecting for a report that the Fia are putting together on driver fitness. Both trainers explained this but neither Max nor Charles paid any attention.

The Fia task George with presenting the findings to the drivers. Cue Max and Charles blushing bright red and shifting uncomfortably in their chair as the graphics show both of their heart rates spike at the same time on multiple occasions .. mostly at night. And they really went through the roof and stayed there almost the whole night after Charles' victory in Monaco.

[saiyanwitcher]

POD Ch 37 coming Thursday!

George and Carlos make due when a situation goes from bad to worse, and the Emperor has a new task for Commander George.

Stepping forward, George leaned over the console to see the data feed in from the tracker. The screen flickered for a moment before stabilizing, displaying a series of coordinates and movement patterns.

“There,” he said, voice low and sharp, pointing to a stationary target. “We’ve got them—”

The navigation deck door slid open with a sharp hiss and a metallic thud, sending an icy gust of air spiraling through the room. George froze, his spine stiffening instinctively, every nerve in his body protesting the frigid blast. 

The cold carried a presence with it, suffocating and oppressive, that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Before George could even turn to see who he knew had entered, a force like a wall slammed into him, lifting him clean off the ground and pinning him against the cold metal hull of the ship. His face mashed painfully against the unyielding surface, one cheek flattened against the vibrating steel, hands scrambling for purchase uselessly.

“I thought I made myself perfectly clear, commander,” came the icy, venomous voice in his ear, the words dripping with contempt. “You were not to return to this ship without the Torossian prince . . . yet here you are? Empty handed.”

Catch up on Ao3

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

hehehehehe soooooo... what do you guys like more???

[incorrectly-quoted-queers]

Fantasy High Romances but as Songs

Kristen and Tracker: Take Me to Church by Hozier Gorgug and Zelda: Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus Fabian and Aelwyn: Just The Girl by Click Five Riz and Baron: Possum Kingdom by Toadies Ragh and Fathethriel: I'm a Loner, Dottie, A Rebel by The Get Up Kids Fig and Ayda: Yellow by Coldplay Fabian and Ecaf: You're Beautiful by James Blunt Wanda Childa and Rueben: All I Wanted by Paramore Kristen and Gertie: Thank God for Girls by Weezer Fabian and Mazie: Dancin' in The Dark by Bruce Springsteen Dishonorable Mention Adaine and Oisin but its really just us fans who got played: Careless Whisper by George Michael

[bastardbvby]

shadoune said he wanted to do a video similar to dream's eye tracker concept but when he asked a developer to code it they couldn't and sapnap was like yeah dream and george are really good ohhhhhh :((((

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George Stamatiadis "Sewers Boss" (𝙱𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙵𝙵𝟸.𝙼𝙾𝙳) Halloween Harry (1993) Interactive Binary Illusions

[dizzyduck44]

Let’s be clear about something.

There are those of us who were watching Suzuka 2014 and still remember the utter confusion of the commentators of why a red flag had been thrown when it had been yellow for a while and why they couldn’t see Bianchi on the data tracker (his crash wasn’t televised so for a while only a tiny section of the track knew what had happened).

Then are those who treat it like a myth and a fairytale that can be used as an argument or an insult.

If you don’t understand why that is disrespectful, go back and listen to the pure terror in George’s voice as he is sideways in the middle of the track, with his whole body facing oncoming cars. If they were to hit him it would be in the legs and spine and he wouldn’t even be able to see them coming.

Go read about how Roman Grosjean objected about the addition of the halo, until it ultimately saved his life.

We don’t use the very real dangers of F1 to win petty arguments. To justify for better safety measures, yes. Any arguments that use it as “it’s not fair because” purely disrespectful.

Can’t believe that needs to be explained.

[mariacallous]

Remember when Donald Trump told people that they’d get tired of winning once he was in office? If you are a Trump Administration lawyer, it surely doesn’t feel that way. Based on the useful litigation tracker compiled by the group Just Security, the Trump Administration, in its second incarnation, has lost in thirty-six of fifty-six cases decided so far in the federal district courts and not yet subject to appellate rulings. It has lost in ten of fifteen cases that have been decided at the next level of review, the federal circuit courts of appeals. These numbers are especially striking because the cases are at a preliminary stage, when the hurdles are high for those seeking to block an Administration action.

With six emergency petitions challenging four different Administration policies now before the Supreme Court, the coming days should provide a better sense of how Trump will fare there. The early indications are not good for the Administration: the Court effectively rebuffed a request for emergency intervention involving the U.S. Agency for International Development, albeit by a vote of 5–4. In another case, a challenge to Trump’s order restricting birthright citizenship, the Court set a briefing schedule so languid—those opposing the Administration’s position were given two full weeks to respond—as to send the unmistakable message that the Justices did not share Trump’s view on the urgency of the situation.

These statistics don’t merely indicate that the Administration is on the wrong side of the law. They also reflect bad lawyering. The Administration’s hyper-aggressive litigation strategy combines maximalist assertions of the scope of Presidential power with the insistence that any potential intrusion on executive authority necessitates emergency relief. It is belligerent in tone, treating federal judges like junior associates at law firms, when not asserting that they are biased partisans. It dispatches attorneys like so much legal cannon fodder, to defend the Administration’s actions with little or incorrect information about the underlying facts. It is grudging, if that, on compliance with court orders, all but inviting judges to find the Administration in contempt of court. Add to this Trump’s out-of-court behavior, which has included assailing a respected district-court judge as a “radical left lunatic,” calling for his impeachment, and going after Big Law with blatantly unconstitutional executive orders. An Administration that is going to want the vote of Chief Justice John Roberts might do well to recall that Roberts spent years in private law practice.

One lawyer leading the anti-Trump advocacy surmised that the Justice Department is “trying to play to Trump, and Stephen Miller,” the deputy White House chief of staff. “It’s a very bad strategy,” the attorney added. “We’re by the day gaining more credibility with the Supreme Court by just not being crazy about court orders and judges.” Jack Goldsmith, a professor at Harvard Law School and a senior official in the Justice Department under George W. Bush, has reached the same conclusion. The Trump Administration’s “open disrespect toward and aggressive political attacks on lower court judges will surely have a negative impact on the way that some and maybe most Supreme Court Justices approach the legal issues coming to the Court,” Goldsmith wrote last month on his Substack, Executive Functions. The Justice Department did not respond to a request for comment.

One possible explanation for this self-defeating behavior is that the Trump Administration doesn’t actually care about winning—at least, not about winning in court. It cares about inflicting damage, as swiftly and brutally as possible—putting agencies “into the wood chipper,” for example, as Elon Musk boasted about U.S.A.I.D. Perhaps the Administration will eventually lose in court, but the harm already done will be irreparable. Meanwhile, this argument goes, the Administration reaps political benefit by picking fights on base-friendly issues such as immigration and transgender rights, and by waging rhetorical war against judges. Calls for impeachment now, impeachment forever will result in zero actual impeachments, but they serve as invigorating rallying cries.

Maybe this is the Administration’s approach; in that case, it’s important to acknowledge that there can be a divergence between the tactics that sober-minded lawyers would prefer and the demands of their hot-headed clients. When your hot-headed client is the President of the United States, you can do only so much. That reality was evident in February, early in the litigation wars, when the acting Solicitor General, Sarah Harris, felt compelled to drop a soothing footnote in an emergency request that the Supreme Court block a lower-court order reinstating Hampton Dellinger as the head of the Office of Special Counsel. “The Executive Branch takes seriously its constitutional duty to comply with the orders of Article III courts,” Harris, a former law clerk to Justice Clarence Thomas, assured the Justices. (Dellinger has since withdrawn the appeal, which he appeared destined to lose.)

This observation was no random aside—it followed the President’s alarming statement, on social media, that “He who saves his Country does not violate any Law. ” In an earlier post, Vice-President J. D. Vance, a graduate of Yale Law School, asserted that “judges aren’t allowed to control the executive’s legitimate power.” Proclamations like these are not helpful when you are trying to convince judges that the executive is making a legitimate assertion of power. In the end, as Chief Justice John Marshall declared in Marbury v. Madison, “It is emphatically the province and duty of the judicial department to say what the law is.”

Putting aside the prospect that Trump will resort to open defiance of the Court, the fact is that the courts will be the final arbiter of whether Trump can revoke the constitutional guarantee of birthright citizenship, unilaterally shutter departments created by Congress, fire commissioners at independent agencies without cause, ban trans people from serving in the military, punish law firms because of whom they hire or what clients they represent, or—well, the list goes on. On some of these initiatives, such as the power to control independent agencies, the Administration is likely to encounter a receptive audience, especially before the high court. On others, such as birthright citizenship, the Administration has a tougher path to victory. Making preposterous arguments, employing disrespectful language, and treating judges like obstreperous obstacles rather than life-tenured members of a coequal branch does nothing to help its cause.

In one case—which challenges the removal of Venezuelan migrants accused of being gang members, under the supposed authority of the Alien Enemies Act, a 1798 law that has only been used in wartime—U.S. District Judge James Boasberg unloaded on a lawyer for the government for using “intemperate and disrespectful language I’m not used to hearing from the United States.” In a hearing Thursday, Boasberg, saying the government had “acted in bad faith,” appeared inclined to find it in contempt of an order he had issued not to remove the migrants.

In another case, involving Musk and the Department of Government Efficiency, or DOGE, U.S. District Judge Tanya Chutkan ruled for the Administration, but she admonished lawyers for being disingenuous about the extent of DOGE’s authority over personnel actions. “Defense counsel is reminded of their duty to make truthful representations to the court,” Chutkan wrote in a footnote. Another judge in the District of Columbia, Ana Reyes, was even sharper in response to the government’s argument that its executive order barring transgender individuals from serving in the military applied only to people with gender dysphoria—notwithstanding a tweet from Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth and the Defense Department’s official account asserting flatly, “Transgender troops are disqualified from service without an exemption.”

“I am not going to abide by government officials saying one thing to the public . . . saying what they really mean to the public and coming in here to the court and telling me something different, like I’m an idiot,” Reyes said. “I am not an idiot.” The Justice Department lawyer, Jean Lin, persisted with this ludicrous distinction. “Your Honor, we respectfully submit that the inference that this is a broad transgender ban is incorrect,” she said.

This kind of lawyering takes a toll. Last week, the U.S. Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit, where many of the cases challenging Trump Administration actions are headed, refused to block Boasberg’s order preventing the Administration from removing alleged members of the Tren de Aragua gang from the United States. Notably, the Administration came before a panel of two Republican-nominated judges—one, Karen LeCraft Henderson, named by George H. W. Bush; the other, Justin Walker, by Trump—and one Democratic appointee, Patricia Millett, named by Barack Obama. In other words, this panel looked to be stacked in the Administration’s favor. And Henderson’s prior cases underscored her willingness to defer to the government on matters of national security and her scant sympathy for the plight of migrants.

But the Trump Administration managed to lose Henderson’s vote in Trump v. J.G.G., as she joined Millett in refusing to lift Boasberg’s temporary restraining order. To read Henderson’s opinion is to get a glimpse of her impatience with the audacity of the Administration’s arguments, which included the claim that federal courts had no business reviewing Trump’s actions because of his authority over national security and foreign relations. “Sensitive subject matter alone does not shroud a law from the judicial eye,” she observed. As to the Administration’s assertion that the Alien Enemies Act could be stretched to cover the actions of a gang, not a government, at a time when there is no declared war or military invasion, Henderson was tart. “The text and its original meaning say otherwise,” she wrote.

Millett was even more unsparing. She went out of her way to defend Boasberg, noting that the “district court has been handling this matter with great expedition and circumspection, and its orders do nothing more than freeze the status quo.” And she called out the government for arguing to Boasberg that it didn’t have to comply with his verbal order to turn around planes carrying the Venezuelans because only the written one mattered, and then asking her court to review the same verbal order on appeal. “Heads the government wins, tails the district court loses is no way to obtain the exceptional relief of a [temporary restraining order] stay,” Millett wrote.

That day, the U.S. District Judge Beryl Howell displayed similar impatience in rejecting the Administration’s request that she step aside from overseeing a case brought by the law firm Perkins Coie, which argues that Trump’s executive order targeting the firm violates its constitutional rights. Her action was no surprise—judges don’t tend to be well disposed toward efforts to bump them off cases, which is why prudent litigants are wary of making such requests. But Howell’s opinion denying the motion is worth paying attention to, because she used the opportunity to send a message to the government about what she termed its “rhetorical strategy of ad hominem attack.”

The opening sentence of the Administration’s filing asking her to step aside, she noted, emphasized “the need to curtail ongoing improper encroachments of President Trump’s Executive Power playing out around the country.” Howell pushed back. “This line, which sounds like a talking point from a member of Congress rather than a legal brief from the United States Department of Justice, has no citation to any legal authority for the simple reason that the notion expressed reflects a grave misapprehension of our constitutional order,” she wrote. “Adjudicating whether an Executive Branch exercise of power is legal, or not, is actually the job of the federal courts.”

The Trump Administration’s frustration with the quantity of litigation against it, she continued, “is a testament to the fact that this country has an independent judiciary that adheres to an impartial adjudication process, without being swayed merely because the federal government appears on one side of a case and the President wishes a particular result.”

My point here isn’t that judges bristle at the Administration’s actions and reflexively decide to rule against it. The judicial process is more subtle than that. But judges are people, too. They talk among themselves in courthouse corridors and lunchrooms. They witness the disrespectful treatment of colleagues they know deserve respect. They encounter extreme arguments and become understandably wary of the credibility of the Administration making them. Appellate judges surely noted, for example, that the Administration took the extraordinary step of asserting the “state secrets” privilege to shield information about the Venezuelan migrants case and then dismissed as no big deal the far more sensitive information discussed by senior officials on a Signal chat, to which they had accidentally added The Atlantic’s Jeffrey Goldberg.

Paul Freund, the legendary Harvard Law School professor, famously said that “the Court should never be influenced by the weather of the day, but inevitably they will be influenced by the climate of the era.” A climate of hostility to the judiciary is one of the Trump Administration’s own creation, but it cannot be conducive to the President’s desired outcome. For that, at least, we should be grateful.

[bccksmarts]

   The witch rolled her eyes at the little name of endearment—so she assumed—as she waltzed into the Weasley's shop, ❝Hi, George.❞ She greeted, her lips curled in the corners despite the roll of her eyes a moment ago.

   She crossed her arms over before leaning over the counter top, her arms propping her up as support, ❝Oh, do I need a reason to come and see how you're doing now? Is being one of your very good friends not enough any more?❞

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"Ah! If it isn't my favorite bookworm. What brings you to the shop today?"

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Four: Sirius

Safehouse Somewhere in Athens

Athens, Greece

No one could know, but Sirius was fairly certain he was going insane. He dreamed of Remus. He glimpsed him in dark, dreamscape spaces and then in London. All of their familiar spots. But he was always turning a corner, or walking in front of Sirius who couldn’t seem to reach forward. His name always stuck in Sirius’ throat.

The dark safe house ceiling was no comfort when Sirius jolted himself away for the hundredth time.

“Do you ever wonder…” Remus had begun that sentence more than a year ago, and Sirius still believed that he wouldn’t have been able to guess what he was about to say.

They had been in London, at George’s, on their second beers and making their way through their chip wrappings. Some happy Irish song was bouncing around the shop, but Remus’ expression had been solemn. He’d chewed slowly, staring out the steamed up window. The fog made his brown eyes look like milk poured into coffee.

“What?” Sirius had prompted, knocking the necks of their bottles together.

He remembered being thrilled to have Remus all to himself this late into the night. He didn’t live near Sirius, but near his parents and his little brother, Julian. Sirius didn’t like thinking of them. He’d tried to look in a few times, but seeing ten-year-old Julian’s face had been nearly as horrible as watching Remus get dragged away. It’s my fault, he’d wanted to say. He’d wanted to beg for Julian’s forgiveness and also tell him that he didn’t deserve it, all at the same time.

“George,” Remus had called. “Can you turn this one up?”

The song was already loud, but George shrugged and dialed it up three more notches. Sirius’ neck prickled. He was worried about listening bugs.

Remus had looked around George’s fish shop before leaning a little closer. Freckles, Sirius always thought. Freckles like stars. “Do you ever wonder about them?”

Them. It was the word for Salazar.

“Wonder,” Sirius had repeated. “What do you mean?”

Remus pressed his lips together.

“Re.” Sirius shook his head. “Talk to me—”

Remus’ phone had started to ring. Sirius had caught a quick glimpse of the name before Remus had excused himself to take it outside.

Pascal.

The memory faded when James, laying beside him, reached over at patted his shoulder comfortingly.

Sirius sighed. “How did you know I was awake?”

“You breathe differently.”

“You’re just used to watching Harry sleep.”

“Maybe,” James said. “Maybe you need a little bit of babying, too, to make up for lost time.”

Sirius snorted. James knew about his parents. Cold, passionate people with their ideas in all the wrong places.

“Leo’s on watch?” Sirius asked.

“Yep. Think we can teach Finn a few tricks so we can all get more sleep?”

“Not a chance.”

James laughed softly. His phone briefly lit up the darkness as he checked the time and then groaned. “You’re right, but damn. We should be asleep while we can. You change over at dawn.”

“Honestly, I think I’ll be glad for the distraction.”

“What, you’re own head getting to you? You? Wow, I never would have guessed that.”

Sirius reached out blindly and whacked him in the chest. James hit him back, but they settled again. He tried to match his breathing to James to see if he’d noticed and received another pat.

“It’s something with their memory.” Sirius had to force the words out.

“Yeah.” James swallowed audibly in the dark. “I think so.”

“I don’t…” Sirius shook his head. “They’re killed—we saw them die, and then they show up and—”

Did Remus not know him? Sirius felt sick thinking of it. He tried to put himself in Finn’s shoes, who he’d left curled on his side with all of his clothes on, staring at the brick wall through his bedroom window. If they found Remus—or, like Logan, let Remus find them, would Remus not recognize him? Did he even know his own name?

“We saw them shot,” James said. “We never…We assumed they were dead. Their trackers went offline, we thought their bodies got thrown over—”

“What if whoever took them disabled the trackers?”

“We need to know for sure who we were dealing with six months ago at Sounion,” James said. “Black market and weapon dealing isn’t enough. We need names.”

Sirius could see the three faces they’d managed to track. The woman, and the two men—brothers, most likely.

“Why did Salazar call off the mission after we lost Lo and Re?” James hit the mattress with a harsh palm. “That’s what I can’t fucking wrap my head around. Why not get those fuckers?”

Do you ever wonder about them?

Sirius didn’t know how to say it to James. Had Remus meant Salazar? He’d refused to speak about it after the fact. But now Salazar wanted Remus shot on sight. He thought of whose safe house they were in, and whether it was really safe at all.

“I never asked before,” James continued. “Because I didn’t think it was any of my business…” Sirius knew what was coming when James turned towards him in the dark. “But did—”

“No,” Sirius said to the dark ceiling.

“You didn’t even hear my question” James asked.

Sirius reached out and grabbed James’ wrist, tapping twice on its inside. Their own code. Someone might be listening. He made something up and knew James would go along. “He wins enough money off me, he kills at poker.”

“That he does,” James replied without a beat, but he was tensed beside him. A moment later, he was pushing himself up. Dawn was beginning to make a faint orange line across the bedroom war, coming in through the kitchen.

“C’mon,” James said. “They’ll be setting up the markets. Leo’s on watch. Let’s bring him coffee and wake up our little passenger and go over that phone call radius.”

Sirius looked up at him in the dim light. “Logan always did like leaving at dawn.”

He was reluctant to rouse Finn. The room was freezing. They would have to do something about that. Finn’s suitcase was open on the floor and clothes half spilled out. There was no room for any sort of dresser—or maybe just no care for it. No one stayed long enough, perhaps.

“I’ll do it.”

Sirius turned to find Leo standing behind him. He looked tired, and cold. He was holding a cup of the coffee that James had made—way too strong.

Leo rolled his eyes a little at Sirius’ expression, then shouldered past him. “He’s stronger than he looks.”

“Really?” Sirius said. “I’d be a mess.”

He already was a mess. It had the intended effect, making Leo pause to look at him before settling on the edge of Finn’s bed.

“Finn,” Leo said gently. “Are you awake?”

“Are you awake?”

Sirius drew in a slow breath before opening his eyes. If anyone had told him, upon entering the academy, that his roommate would be a fucking talkative insomniac, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

“I am now.”

Remus Lupin’s silhouette pushed up from his cot across the small room. “Are you hungry?”

Sirius could still see him there, half-silhouette and half moonlight. He hadn’t known that he would be entranced, for a long time, by how handsome he thought Remus Lupin was. He’d thought that from the very beginning.

“Sure. I’m hungry.”

Sirius went back into the kitchen. He didn’t want to watch this part. He didn’t want to watch Finn wake up and remember.

James looked at him. He was in his own dark, sleek winter jacket, had a black beanie pulled low, and his contacts in. He cupped his mug close to his chin and watched Sirius add milk to his own—how Remus took it. Sirius looked back at him once he was holding his own mug, too.

James’ single arched brow said all he needed to. Of course Salazar is listening. He darted his eyes around the room. This is their safe house.

Sirius nodded, but he didn’t know how to communicate, Remus was worried about something and I didn’t realize it soon enough in just one glance. He didn’t even know how to say it to himself. Salazar had been a part of their lives for the last decade. They’d got through training together, him, Remus, and James. And then had come Logan and Finn, two years later, and then, finally, Leo. Malfoy and the other higher-ups were old-fashioned and crude, but the work they did was important. Necessary. They were protectors.

James just sighed and took a sip of his coffee. “I miss her grilled cheese.” Lily. He wouldn’t give anyone else who might be listening a name. Just like how, for Logan, Finn was always Red, or Rouge.

What would Sirius have called Remus, if he were a civilian? If he weren’t always at his side. If they weren’t always in danger together. Would that have been better? Remus waiting at home for him? Sirius, waiting at home for Remus? He didn’t think so. He preferred Remus in his sightline. He preferred the option of diving in front of a bullet for him. Only distance prevented him from protecting Remus.

He should never have let Remus go down those cliffs without him.

James cleared his throat to get his attention. He had written something down on a napkin. In his scratchy handwriting,

TELL ME.

Sirius didn’t know what he was going to say, but he looked over his shoulder where he could hear Finn and Leo’s soft voices. He wrote quickly:

R X TRUST S?

James read the words and his reaction fell over his face. He flicked his eyes up to Sirius. Didn’t trust Salazar? Honestly?

Sirius shook his head.

Why?

Sirius shrugged and shook his head again. He’d never gotten Remus to say.

Leo was about to come down the hallway, Finn on his heels. “Are we ready?” Leo called.

James was still frowning, hazel eyes worried, as he stuffed the napkin in his remaining coffee to bleed the ink away.

“We’re ready,” James said, though Sirius didn’t feel it.