*Sirius is sitting in his library googling random stuff and entertaining himself*

I need to learn how to save sites I've already visited. Where was that one with all the mashed potato recipes?

OOOOOOOOOOOLIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?

*Scratches at her stomach through her t-shirt with a frown* Where the HELL is my husband when I want to bitch?! YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE IN MY FIRING LINE AT ALL TIMES!

*Sirius sits in a chair he's pulled next to Oliver's bed, reaching out he smooths the hair off of Oliver's forehead and sighs. He takes Oliver's holding it between his hands and sits and watches Oliver sleep ( Read more... )

*Bursts into Sirius' library, crying her eyes out, but trying to act calm like nothing is wrong*

Um, have you got a bit of a minute? *Sobs*

*Sirius wanders into the theatre drawn by the noise of the football game, he walks in and sees Oliver*

Hey, just the son I wanted to see. How's the game? Who's winning?

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*Sneezes and drops his magazine over the side of the bed* Oh fuck! And fuck bloody again.

*Looks down at the magazine in irritation* There is no way I can get that. Shite.

*Stares at it, trying to will it up to him*

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