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Masks (HP; R/S; 100 words; PG for aaaaangst)
Sirius used to rule Halloween, dressed up as Binns or Bellatrix. One year he was a wolf, nipping at Remus’s skin. His warm eyes always ruined his costumes.
It is that night each year that Remus chooses to stand with his palm pressed to the cold stone of Azkaban, draped in a black robe, face a mask, a rictus. Were he braver, he would go inside, see what Sirius wears, if he looks like a ghoul from the attention of the prison guards. If his eyes still burn with soul.
But he knows, now, that it was always a mask.
Haunting (HP; vaguely R/S; 100 words; PG for angst again. Spare your small children!)
One Halloween changed everything. The night that James died. The night that it all went to hell. Halloween is the easiest night for Sirius, now. On Halloween he cannot think of anything but the ruin of Lily’s sweet little cottage, the squalling of her baby. James’s corpse. The most haunted of all houses, for Sirius. Remus’s face at the ministry the next morning, glimpsed in passing as they took him away to this place. On Halloween, there are no good memories for them to suck out of him. Everything has already been taken away.
It is a triumph, of sorts.
Sirius used to rule Halloween, dressed up as Binns or Bellatrix. One year he was a wolf, nipping at Remus’s skin. His warm eyes always ruined his costumes.
It is that night each year that Remus chooses to stand with his palm pressed to the cold stone of Azkaban, draped in a black robe, face a mask, a rictus. Were he braver, he would go inside, see what Sirius wears, if he looks like a ghoul from the attention of the prison guards. If his eyes still burn with soul.
But he knows, now, that it was always a mask.
Haunting (HP; vaguely R/S; 100 words; PG for angst again. Spare your small children!)
One Halloween changed everything. The night that James died. The night that it all went to hell. Halloween is the easiest night for Sirius, now. On Halloween he cannot think of anything but the ruin of Lily’s sweet little cottage, the squalling of her baby. James’s corpse. The most haunted of all houses, for Sirius. Remus’s face at the ministry the next morning, glimpsed in passing as they took him away to this place. On Halloween, there are no good memories for them to suck out of him. Everything has already been taken away.
It is a triumph, of sorts.