Sirius was on his way to Ravenclaw Tower (quelle surprise!) when a flash of blond hair from just outside the Popcorn Room caught his eye. He didn't really think much of it, as he didn't really know anyone who had been transfigured into popcorn, and besides, it could easily have been someone visiting a friend or family member who had mysteriously succumbed to the popcorn curse.
As he got a bit closer, however, he realised the person looked awfully familiar.
And...bollocks. The person was familiar. And as far as Sirius knew, it was someone who had a fairly large interest in tracking his whereabouts and quite possibly getting him sent back to Azkaban.
Instinctively, he thrust his hand inside his robe, fingers gripping the end of his wand. And then he turned and started to walk quickly, but deftly, in the other direction.
((You're welcome to have Lucius notice Sirius and start a conversation. It's just not one Sirius would want to start on his own! But he would most definitely turn around and respond if Lucius called out to him or followed him. Also, he has no idea Lucius had been in Azkaban; in fact, he's really not clued in to anything that happened in Half-Blood Prince, as no one has told him...which means that his most recent memories of Lucius are from the big showdown in the Ministry of Magic. Just so you know where he's coming from!))
The strangest part yet, Lucius mused, about the dream was the fact that he saw a man who looked much like Sirius Black starting to walk away from him. "Black?" He asked, actually smiling. It was quite odd, he mused, as he rarely dreamed at Azkaban, to be dreaming of his wife's cousin of all people. He didn't know that he wasn't dreaming at all, so he felt at ease, more free to satisfy his curiousity.
"This is certainly my most surreal dream yet." He walked closer to Black. Normally he would have been snide or cruel, but as this was just a dream he had no such obligations. It was so rare that he even got a chance to dream anymore, and he was going to enjoy it.
(Thanks for bringing Sirius in. I totally understand why he wouldn't want to initiate anything with Lucius, Mr. Malfoy is a mean, mean man :P )
The moment Lucius called his name, Sirius froze in his tracks. Dammit. Well, he certainly couldn't just walk away now. There was absolutely no way he was going to go down without a fight, and there was even less of a way that he was about to look like a coward by running away.
Almost immediately he whirled around, his wand outstretched, only to hear Lucius's bizarre proclamation. Huh. Well, the man was coming out of the popcorn room, so perhaps he was disoriented. Sirius dropped his wand slightly, although he maintained his tight grip. If there was one thing he had learnt in the Order, it was to use every possible opportunity to gather information.
"Right. It...it is a very surreal day, isn't it?" Sirius shuffled half a foot or so to one side and then the other, trying to look strange and dreamlike. "So...how's life? What have you and your homies been up to lately?"
The last sentence - a bit of slang Sirius recalled from his days in Reno - sounded utterly ridiculous in Sirius's London accent, but that probably made it all the more odd, which was exactly the effect Sirius was trying to achieve.
"Homies?" It sounded even more rediculous when Lucius said it, as he had no idea what the word meant. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, a bit thrown off by Sirius's movement. He was still quite disoriented, an odd feeling for a dream, but he didn't dwell on it. "I have been here in Azkaban for sometime, I..."
Lucius laughed loudly then. "I'm standing here talking to a figment of my imagination, wasting my dream trying to figure out what the word 'homies' means." Lucius laughed again, quite struck by the feeling of surrealness of it all. This was HIS Hogwarts, and yet it wasn't his Hogwarts. What must he have done to get a dream like this? Perhaps tomorrow he would go to sleep earlier and have a nice, subdued dream of returning to the manor and Narcissa.
"Never mind." He said, resolving to enjoy the dream while he could. "Tell me, Black, how things are around here. This may only be a dream, but if something interesting is going on I want to know."
Azkaban? Lucius was dreaming about being in Azkaban? All Sirius had were nightmares about that place.
"Right. So...this isn't Azkaban." Sirius squatted down, stood up, turned in a circle, and faced Lucius once more. "But...things are just DUCKY around here. It's a right ducky place to be right now." Keep things strange. That was the strategy, and Sirius intended to stick to it. However, he also couldn't resist having a bit of fun.
"Are you enjoying living in Sparklypoo House? I hear it's very pink and shiny. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny." He wiggled his fingers around in the air in front of himself.
As he got a bit closer, however, he realised the person looked awfully familiar.
And...bollocks. The person was familiar. And as far as Sirius knew, it was someone who had a fairly large interest in tracking his whereabouts and quite possibly getting him sent back to Azkaban.
Instinctively, he thrust his hand inside his robe, fingers gripping the end of his wand. And then he turned and started to walk quickly, but deftly, in the other direction.
((You're welcome to have Lucius notice Sirius and start a conversation. It's just not one Sirius would want to start on his own! But he would most definitely turn around and respond if Lucius called out to him or followed him. Also, he has no idea Lucius had been in Azkaban; in fact, he's really not clued in to anything that happened in Half-Blood Prince, as no one has told him...which means that his most recent memories of Lucius are from the big showdown in the Ministry of Magic. Just so you know where he's coming from!))
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"This is certainly my most surreal dream yet." He walked closer to Black. Normally he would have been snide or cruel, but as this was just a dream he had no such obligations. It was so rare that he even got a chance to dream anymore, and he was going to enjoy it.
(Thanks for bringing Sirius in. I totally understand why he wouldn't want to initiate anything with Lucius, Mr. Malfoy is a mean, mean man :P )
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Almost immediately he whirled around, his wand outstretched, only to hear Lucius's bizarre proclamation. Huh. Well, the man was coming out of the popcorn room, so perhaps he was disoriented. Sirius dropped his wand slightly, although he maintained his tight grip. If there was one thing he had learnt in the Order, it was to use every possible opportunity to gather information.
"Right. It...it is a very surreal day, isn't it?" Sirius shuffled half a foot or so to one side and then the other, trying to look strange and dreamlike. "So...how's life? What have you and your homies been up to lately?"
The last sentence - a bit of slang Sirius recalled from his days in Reno - sounded utterly ridiculous in Sirius's London accent, but that probably made it all the more odd, which was exactly the effect Sirius was trying to achieve.
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Lucius laughed loudly then. "I'm standing here talking to a figment of my imagination, wasting my dream trying to figure out what the word 'homies' means." Lucius laughed again, quite struck by the feeling of surrealness of it all. This was HIS Hogwarts, and yet it wasn't his Hogwarts. What must he have done to get a dream like this? Perhaps tomorrow he would go to sleep earlier and have a nice, subdued dream of returning to the manor and Narcissa.
"Never mind." He said, resolving to enjoy the dream while he could. "Tell me, Black, how things are around here. This may only be a dream, but if something interesting is going on I want to know."
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"Right. So...this isn't Azkaban." Sirius squatted down, stood up, turned in a circle, and faced Lucius once more. "But...things are just DUCKY around here. It's a right ducky place to be right now." Keep things strange. That was the strategy, and Sirius intended to stick to it. However, he also couldn't resist having a bit of fun.
"Are you enjoying living in Sparklypoo House? I hear it's very pink and shiny. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny." He wiggled his fingers around in the air in front of himself.
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