[Sirius has been attempting to cope with the fact that Diva is just gone, and has a nice pile of booze stocked up in her mansion. He's halfheartedly been trying to organise things a bit with Remus' help, and there is a big sign outside the mansion now that says: "Free Stuff and Free Rooms," because he can't handle how empty it feels, even with ( Read more... )

[A weaponless Sirius Black is pacing around the ballroom, clearly distraught, and oblivious to the dangers that lurk there. He seems to be having a rather disjointed conversation with someone, but nobody else is there.]

I'll keep looking, James. I'll find Harry, I promise. He's not gone, he didn't...he's got to be here somewhere. I won't let ( Read more... )

[Sirius Black is in the bar, though he hasn't started in on the alcohol yet. He's simply nursing a cup of tea, and staring into space (no pun intended) -- forgive him, he's a little disoriented. Eventually, he speaks;]Generally when you get killed, it means someone else was around to do the killing...only we didn't see anyone else. Didn't even ( Read more... )

[Following the recent traditions of a) being completely oblivious to the death match business and b) falling asleep on the Plane, Sirius has combined the two after poking around a bit in Diva's mansion. He's currently passed out on a sofa in the library ( Read more... )

[There is a man on the Plane, but he looks more like a corpse. His face is gaunt and his body is nearly skeletal, as though he hasn’t eaten properly in years. His hair is long and untamed, and the tattered grey robes he’s wearing do nothing for his figure. Despite all this, however, he seems rather calm -- almost bored, in fact. His voice is ( Read more... )