#sirius so far under walburgas thumb he cant do anything

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Prompt 25 - Stop

Wolfstar, January 25, word count 478

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Remus kept an eye on Sirius for the rest of the night. Slowly, he seemed to get sadder and sadder. Remus watched Sirius curl into himself every time his mother spoke to him. 

She was towering over him now, glaring at him, saying something to him. Sirius’s shoulders were hugged over, and his head bowed towards the ground. He kept wincing until suddenly he was standing with his back completely straight and his head held high. Mrs Black sneered at him and spun around to find and torture her next victim. 

If Remus hadn’t been looking at him, he never would have seen the tear escape Sirius’s eye. Sirius quickly scrubbed it from his cheek. Remus put down the tray he’d been filling with empty glasses again and strode across the room towards Sirius. 

Sirius hadn’t seen him coming and jumped when Remus caught his hand in his. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, concern colouring his voice. Sirius looked at him in horror. 

“Remus, stop!” Sirius pulled away from him and scanned the room, fear in his eyes. Sirius gasped as his mother came storming towards them. 

“What do you think you are doing?” Her voice low and full of menace. She was addressing Remus. Remus didn’t know what to say to that. “You!” She called sternly at Karl. Karl came towards them.

“Mrs Black, how may I be of assistance,” He simpered, bobbing his head in a little bow at her.

“I want this one removed. He is being too familiar with our guests.” She ordered, not even looking at Remus. 

“At once, Mrs Black,” Karl told her, bowing again. Remus ignored his idiot manager and looked at Sirius, who so far hadn’t said anything else. 

“Come, Sirius, away from this riffraff,” Mr Black put a claw-like hand on Sirius’s shoulder and guided him away from Remus and Karl. He didn’t even look back. 

Remus stood there stunned, Sirius hadn’t even acknowledged him. After all the time they’d spent together, he’d treated him like nothing. 

“You heard the woman, Remus, out you go. Oh, and don’t expect any more work from our agency, I shall be reporting you to Harold,” Karl said smarmily. Remus spun around and punched him in the face. 

“Fuck off, Karl,” He spat and stormed out of the hotel and into the cold night air. He strode quickly down the street, putting as much space between himself and the Blacks as he could. 

“Remus!” He heard Sirius shout after him, but he ignored him, flagging down a taxi and getting in it, slamming the door on the sound of racing footsteps before giving the driver the address to his father's house. He slumped back in the musty seats and forced himself not to cry. Lyall wouldn’t be happy to see him, but it was also the last place anyone would look for him. 

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