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Contrary to popular belief, Sirius did actually read every now and again. Most of the time he just lacked the focus enough to do it. Today was no different, especially when he was worn and had a million and one things going on in his mind. There was the fact that he was still scratched and bruised and not just on his neck. Oddly enough, he wasn't complaining about that because he couldn't stop thinking about Samara and how just the simple act of shoe lace tying had been more tasking on his heart than shoe lace tying should have been.
He contemplated going into the room he used to share with Jane which was right across from the rec room where he was lying on the sofa with the collective works of Poe. Sometimes, he just wanted to see if her smell still lingered in there, but he couldn't bring himself to go, no matter how close he got.
The Tell-Tale Heart was interesting enough, but between everything and lack of sleep, Sirius' eyes began to droop and the words became a jumbled mess. He fell into one of those sleeps where you don't even realise you're asleep until something scares the shit of you. That something came from the jukebox, which decided there was no rest for the weary. It was a shrill laugh courtesy of Ozzy Osborne's "Crazy Train".
Startled from his sleep, Sirius swore loudly and attempted to sit up. He only managed to flail awkwardly, rolling straight from the sofa to his floor, almost landing flat on his face. The jukebox didn't carry on, but he was definitely awake then.
Sitting up against, he groaned and leaned back against the sofa, glaring at the juke box which had recently been quiet for him. Apparently, luck wore out after a while.
He contemplated going into the room he used to share with Jane which was right across from the rec room where he was lying on the sofa with the collective works of Poe. Sometimes, he just wanted to see if her smell still lingered in there, but he couldn't bring himself to go, no matter how close he got.
The Tell-Tale Heart was interesting enough, but between everything and lack of sleep, Sirius' eyes began to droop and the words became a jumbled mess. He fell into one of those sleeps where you don't even realise you're asleep until something scares the shit of you. That something came from the jukebox, which decided there was no rest for the weary. It was a shrill laugh courtesy of Ozzy Osborne's "Crazy Train".
Startled from his sleep, Sirius swore loudly and attempted to sit up. He only managed to flail awkwardly, rolling straight from the sofa to his floor, almost landing flat on his face. The jukebox didn't carry on, but he was definitely awake then.
Sitting up against, he groaned and leaned back against the sofa, glaring at the juke box which had recently been quiet for him. Apparently, luck wore out after a while.