Challenge 034: Memos, Occasionally
Title: Memos, Occasionally
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Sirius Black, OFC, OMC
Summary: The Department of Mysteries receives another memo. Part One is here. Part Two is here. Part Three is here.
Word Count: 430
Purchases: Quill and Parchment as noted in the user info.
He was sitting directly behind the veil again. Not because he was trying to figure out a way back through it. He’d gotten over that. Jade had helped him; she talked his ear off until he felt normal again. He didn’t feel so disconnect from everything. No, he was just sitting because this had to be the most interesting place in the dark sector cut off from the rest of the department of mysteries.
The milky light of the veil washed over him, and he rested his head against a box, letting his thoughts wander about aimlessly. There was much else to do unless he gave in and worked on paperwork. He was not overly keen on that idea, obviously. The paperwork was an endless parade of unimportant, boring, and trivial. Filing and double checking. He’d never seen such a pile of tedious, dull, and dreary in all his life. Not even potions had been that boring. At least potions could be useful.
He sighed and twiddled his thumbs. He should be getting back soon. Jade would worry he had tried to cross the veil. She would come after him or worse yet, she’d send Abel after him. Now that really was a worry. Abel was hard to get along with at the best of times. Sirius straightened his coat and stood up just in time to get hit in the head by a flying memo.
He blinked in surprised and snatched the thing out of the air before it could zoom out of his reach. Jade had said they got random memos occasionally. They had received one right before he’d fallen into their midst. He gently unfolded the paper. Something in his chest-hope, fear, irrational panic-surged up as he brought the paper over to the light of the veil to read.
Sirius, are you alive?
He recognized Harry’s messy scrawl. It was so like his father’s. He fell to his knees with a dry sob, holding the paper tightly in his hand. He heard Jade come up behind him. She had come looking after all.
“You can’t go back, and you can’t answer that.” She tried to pry the paper form his fingers.
“Why not?” he snapped.
“It isn’t healthy. He can’t come here; you can not go back there.” She nodded toward the veil.
“But I want to talk to him. I have to. I left him behind after I promised him that-” Sirius looked at the paper again. “I’m going to go get a quill and some ink. Please don’t try and stop me.”
Samantha//Slytherin
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Sirius Black, OFC, OMC
Summary: The Department of Mysteries receives another memo. Part One is here. Part Two is here. Part Three is here.
Word Count: 430
Purchases: Quill and Parchment as noted in the user info.
He was sitting directly behind the veil again. Not because he was trying to figure out a way back through it. He’d gotten over that. Jade had helped him; she talked his ear off until he felt normal again. He didn’t feel so disconnect from everything. No, he was just sitting because this had to be the most interesting place in the dark sector cut off from the rest of the department of mysteries.
The milky light of the veil washed over him, and he rested his head against a box, letting his thoughts wander about aimlessly. There was much else to do unless he gave in and worked on paperwork. He was not overly keen on that idea, obviously. The paperwork was an endless parade of unimportant, boring, and trivial. Filing and double checking. He’d never seen such a pile of tedious, dull, and dreary in all his life. Not even potions had been that boring. At least potions could be useful.
He sighed and twiddled his thumbs. He should be getting back soon. Jade would worry he had tried to cross the veil. She would come after him or worse yet, she’d send Abel after him. Now that really was a worry. Abel was hard to get along with at the best of times. Sirius straightened his coat and stood up just in time to get hit in the head by a flying memo.
He blinked in surprised and snatched the thing out of the air before it could zoom out of his reach. Jade had said they got random memos occasionally. They had received one right before he’d fallen into their midst. He gently unfolded the paper. Something in his chest-hope, fear, irrational panic-surged up as he brought the paper over to the light of the veil to read.
Sirius, are you alive?
He recognized Harry’s messy scrawl. It was so like his father’s. He fell to his knees with a dry sob, holding the paper tightly in his hand. He heard Jade come up behind him. She had come looking after all.
“You can’t go back, and you can’t answer that.” She tried to pry the paper form his fingers.
“Why not?” he snapped.
“It isn’t healthy. He can’t come here; you can not go back there.” She nodded toward the veil.
“But I want to talk to him. I have to. I left him behind after I promised him that-” Sirius looked at the paper again. “I’m going to go get a quill and some ink. Please don’t try and stop me.”
Samantha//Slytherin