SIRIUS BLACK: 30 January 1976

[trickster_gryff]

 
Andy-

He wrote
They
I didn’t think

They’ve done it. I’m out.
Bloody

Owl from Father’s solicitor at breakfast. Fucking coward didn’t even have the guts to do it in person.

They’ve disowned me.
Can’t think Please

Mind the smudges. Spilt some tea.

Comments

[stagboy]

*flounders a bit*
*grins uneasily*
Well, do you really want to be part of a family that'd put up with you in it?

That was Marx, wasn't it? The funny one, not the... erm, Communist. Though he was pretty funny too at times, if you like that kind of thing. Quite dark humour.

[trickster_gryff]

*shrugs non-commitally*
*toneless*
Reckon it's all for the best, anyway.

*blankly*
Marx?
The one with the silly hat, you mean? With the Muggle... thingy... and he doesn't speak? *shakes his head solemnly* I don't think he's a Communist.

[stagboy]

No, I meant the other brother. I think he might have a moustache.
*pauses and then adds*
Moustaches aren't inherently untrustworthy, you know.

[trickster_gryff]

Ah.

*glances at James*
Aren't they?

[stagboy]

*shakes his head*
No. I've given it some thought. Facial hair in general is a bit of a... worry.

*crosses his legs and leans against the bedpost*
See, I was getting a bit fed up with shaving every morning, and thought about growing a beard instead. Like the Headmaster's maybe. But then I started thinking about the high proportion of madmen and villains and general weirdos that have facial hair.

So there's the worry that if I get facial hair, I may turn bad.

[trickster_gryff]

*eyebrows raise slightly*

*quick look of disbelief*
A beard? Erm... *can't quite hold back a little smile* I'm not so sure it's the going evil part you should worry about there.

[stagboy]

*continues to ramble comfortably*
No, the beard would obviously be the biggest problem. I mean, how do you restrain them when you're trying to play Quidditch? It'd all get in your face, wouldn't it?

How do you suppose the Headmaster manages? Maybe he doesn't play Quidditch even. Do you reckon that's 'cos he's got a beard?

[trickster_gryff]

*binks, quietly considering*
You could stuff it inside your robes, I suppose. But then it might pull when you tried to turn your head.

Well, Dumbledore tucks it into his belt, doesn't he? Don't see why he couldn't just do that. Something tells me that he's more of a Gobstones stort of man. Or possibly even checkers.

[stagboy]

*thinks for a moment*
If I let it grow really long and then plaited it, I could use it as a kind of bullwhip, couldn't I?

But there are no rules against that. Rule Number 78: Thou shalt not use thine facial hair to bludgeon the opposing team members.

Maybe I should suggest they amend the rulebook?

[trickster_gryff]

Expect you could come up with loads of new fouls for that.

Blinding people with your hair.
Lassoing them with it.
Smacking them with it.

Not a bad idea. If it's not there already it should be. I mean, if we thought of it, it stands to reason that someone else has as well.

*goes quiet again*

[stagboy]

*soldiers on bravely, talking loudly into the silence*

I wouldn't be too sure. Minds like ours are fairly rare, you know. Twice in a generation, our minds are.

[trickster_gryff]

*nods distractedly, mumbling*
Yeah. 'Spect so.

*stares down at the floor for a long time, blinking too much*
*jaw shifts*

*quietly*
Reckon I should've seen it coming, yeah?

Stupid.

[stagboy]

*sighs heavily, looking away awkwardly*

*quietly*
Mum and Dad did, I think.

[trickster_gryff]

*nods again, gravely*
I'm probably the only one who didn't.
*strained smile that fades quickly*

*doesn't look at him as he speaks*
*without accusation*
Did you?

[stagboy]

*thinks for a long moment*
I wasn't sure. I knew something had to happen. I knew they had to kick you out or... *swallows, messing his hair up twitchily and avoiding looking at Sirius* ...or bring you back in.

[trickster_gryff]

*breathes out*
Right.

*brow furrows a little, mouth working*
Did you think...
Did you think I was going to--? That I would?