Fight, challenge, win, fight, challenge, win…

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Sirius sat staring at Remus as he sat staring out of the window at the gradually darkening sky, the periwinkle blue fading through violet to leave the heavens a rich, deep indigo scattered with pinpricks of light.

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That night, Sirius dreamed about Remus Lupin for the first time in nearly three years.

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The full moon was only three days past, which was why Remus was even more calm and cooperative than usual; and this, pissed off Sirius more than anything.  Sometimes he wished his friend would give in to his bottled up anger and hit someone, or something, or maybe even just shout, rant, anything to acknowledge his real feelings.

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Sirius was very rarely lost for words.

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The sunrise streams into the room from the wrong direction and it takes me a few moments to realise that this is because I am lying on the sofa in the front room and not curled up in my bed, with a weight in my arms that is both unfamiliar and yet totally natural.

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I reach for the light switch, thankful for once that the house has dimmer switches installed in nearly every room, because then I can set the level as low as possible and maybe Dom won’t be able to see how nervous I really am.

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The street is too dark, after the bright flashing lights of the club; a large cloud blocks out the moon and there aren’t enough streetlamps, not this far out of the city centre. 
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I love to sit in the dark and listen to Billy sing.

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Part 13

The faint snick as the office door closed behind him seemed to echo around the room as Elijah stepped forward to face Chef Bean, seated imperious behind his vast, cluttered desk; elbows resting awkwardly on piles of receipts, floury hands clasped and thumbs pressed lightly against his lower lip, Bean raised an eyebrow in silent questioning ( Read more... )