High up in North Tower: James and Sirius (Closed RP)
((Warnings: Drinking and drug use. Angst and (most likely) extreme silliness. Ambiguously gay brotherly affection.))
Despite his joy at James and Lily Potter's arrivals at Hogwarts, Sirius was about as despondent as when the Dementor had been about to Kiss him after Wormtail had escaped for the second time.
Harry was upset that Sirius had suggested he might move, at least temporarily, to Gryffindor with James and was giving Sirius no indication of how he was handling his parents' sudden arrival at Hogwarts. Ginny was refusing to give Sirius information about Harry's condition and was angry about the way Sirius had handled the potential move and Harry's presence at Lily's Sorting. And Ron had accused Sirius of having a sex-hammock felt that Sirius was treating Harry unfairly, too.
And that was just the younger generation. Sara Sidle was avoiding Sirius for no reason that Sirius could discern. And Remus was apparently no longer a friend.
Right now, James, Firewhisky, homemade two-decades-old vodka, and certain other intoxicating substances, both Muggle and magical, were the only things that might help Sirius. And all of them had promised to be up in a certain special room in North Tower, so it was to there that Sirius headed.
When he arrived, an especially large case of Firewhisky levitating in front of him and Jim Morrison's hashish tucked safely into a pocket of his robes, he sealed the door shut magically, knowing that James would be the only one who would know how to break the enchantment. Slumping down on the floor, he opened a bottle of Firewhisky and gulped half of it down. Then he reached into his robes, pulled out a large plastic bag of densely packed greenish-brown powder and some small squares of parchment, and rolled himself a joint. He ignited it magically and then sat back morosely, head against the wall, and began to smoke it.
Despite his joy at James and Lily Potter's arrivals at Hogwarts, Sirius was about as despondent as when the Dementor had been about to Kiss him after Wormtail had escaped for the second time.
Harry was upset that Sirius had suggested he might move, at least temporarily, to Gryffindor with James and was giving Sirius no indication of how he was handling his parents' sudden arrival at Hogwarts. Ginny was refusing to give Sirius information about Harry's condition and was angry about the way Sirius had handled the potential move and Harry's presence at Lily's Sorting. And Ron had accused Sirius of having a sex-hammock felt that Sirius was treating Harry unfairly, too.
And that was just the younger generation. Sara Sidle was avoiding Sirius for no reason that Sirius could discern. And Remus was apparently no longer a friend.
Right now, James, Firewhisky, homemade two-decades-old vodka, and certain other intoxicating substances, both Muggle and magical, were the only things that might help Sirius. And all of them had promised to be up in a certain special room in North Tower, so it was to there that Sirius headed.
When he arrived, an especially large case of Firewhisky levitating in front of him and Jim Morrison's hashish tucked safely into a pocket of his robes, he sealed the door shut magically, knowing that James would be the only one who would know how to break the enchantment. Slumping down on the floor, he opened a bottle of Firewhisky and gulped half of it down. Then he reached into his robes, pulled out a large plastic bag of densely packed greenish-brown powder and some small squares of parchment, and rolled himself a joint. He ignited it magically and then sat back morosely, head against the wall, and began to smoke it.