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[scorching_black]

Sirius Black is having a bad day.

The blood on his lip and cheeks can attest to that, as can the rather nasty bruising and the POed look on his face.

Approach with caution.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sometime after Sirius cleans himself up, Sara finds him.

She seems to have a sixth-honorary older sister/parental type-sense when it comes to him.

"Hey kiddo," she says quietly. "What's happened?"

[scorching_black]

"Me and Remus....aren't an 'us,' anymore," Sirius says, leaning against her shoulder. "And my family keeps sending me booby-trapped post."

[lvpd_sidle]

"How much of that was his idea?" The question is truly rhetorical. Sara runs her fingers through Sirius's hair. "Your sperm donor's taste in relatives seems to be dearly lacking."

[scorching_black]

"It's safer for him this way," Sirius says, which is probably an answer in and of itself. "And the lack of taste is on both sides of the family, sorry to say."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Once upon a time," Sara says reflectively, looking off into a distant corner of the Inn, "I let myself fall knowingly in love with a dead man. He was safe to me because I knew we wouldn't last. Does that make sense?"

[scorching_black]

"Yeah."

Sirius puts his arm around her shoulder and leans more. Yay for big sisters. "Yeah, it does."

[lvpd_sidle]

"I never regretted a moment with him," she continues, still in the same quiet voice, "but at the same time, I wasn't completely with him. And, if he hadn't left me, I wouldn't be with Mark, have Laura, or those that will come in the future." She kisses his forehead. "Loss is part of life, but I don't think we should look for it or set ourselves up for it."