Bernard Admiral, if you wouldn't mind not putting me in a coma for a week, I'd really appreciate it. It's a pain in the neck at best and malicious at worst
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It did jump in the sink when I ran the tap, so, yes. I don't know how it got in my room, but it was sleeping on my bed when I returned from the library.
Right, I just said "Boe!" and it meowed. I'm pretty sure this is your girl.
Oh, you're on the same level, that makes sense. I'll be right over.
[Martha's hair was still slightly wet from the shower when she went over to Sirius's room and knocked on the door. She was dressed in standard fair of jeans and a sweater, and on her finger was a reddish-gold wedding band. Her knock was soft but firm when she made it against the wood. Severus was probably going to be angry about this, but she didn't care; it was Boe after all.]
[Sirius had known he would never again wear Black's enormous purple fur coat, but the fur was incredibly nice and plush, so he had transfigured the coat into a rug to put in front of the small fireplace. How he and James used to moan and groan about using the floo network in that tiny fireplace! Boe had staked out the exact center of the plush purple rug for herself, and was curled up there.
He was wearing a pair of ripped up denim trousers, bright red dragon hide boots, and a Three Broomsticks t-shirt. Wearing full-on wizard regalia in bright colours made him feel silly and old, and while he had tried to wear black robes for mourning purposes, they made him feel too damn much like Severus Snape. He twirled his wand between his fingers as he moved to open the door. He had done a quick magical clean up job, so the beds were made and his books were stacked neatly on one of the desks.]
[]Martha smiled when he opened the door, because she didn't think that he would do anything to harm her, a fact that she'd pointed out to her husband before all of this had happened. She was a bit surprised by how much better he'd looked now that he was cleaned up, and really she was glad for how much better he smelled than the last time.
She had seen his room on video before, but still, it was something to see it in all of it's Red and Gold glory. Until she and Severus had argued about it, Martha Jones had always considered herself a Gryffindor and had been said to find herself declared a Hufflepuff.]
Hello. [Her voice was cheerful, and she extended a hand even though they'd already met.]
[Of course, seeing the doctor face to face like this reminded him of that dirty, paranoid, skulking git he had been the first time they met. Oh, well. At least he hadn't growled at her like he had at that Will chap's cat. The room was as it had been on video, save for the slight alteration that had occurred on most of the numerous moving photographs that were plastered around the room. There was now a very obvious burn mark on any photograph that had once featured Peter Pettigrew.]
Hello, Doctor. [He didn't remember her name, not that he would tell her that. He was impressed he remember she was a doctor. He shook her hand and stepped back, extending his arm so she could take in Boe in her purple-fur-palace glory.] As you can see, the queen is resting in her chambers.
Martha. [She said her name quickly and with a grin, raising her hand a bit as she intentionally left off her hyphinated last name. It seemed like a good bet, really.] Just call me Martha, everyone else does.
[Martha stepped forward into his room and towards her cat. She couldn't help but notice the pictures, and she knew who'd been blasted from them. Really, Martha didn't blame him for doing it a bit. Had she been in his position, Martha Jones would have done the same thing. Still, seeing the moving pictures made her smile a bit, and unconsciously, she touched the ring that she was wearing. She looked at a photo of Lily Evans-Potter, and she remembered when she'd met the woman and they'd had tea. It seemed like a very long time ago now.
Then she stepped toward her cat and focused on her.]
Thanks, Sirius, for taking care of her. I'm sorry if she was a bother.
Alright, Martha. [He figured if he repeated the name, he'd stand a better shot of remembering it. He leaned against the desk and watched her take in the photographs. He knew muggle photographs didn't move, because he used to have a couple of muggle bimbos plastered on his wall at home. They should still be there, thanks to permanent sticking charms, and that was enough to make him smile a little.] I don't make a habit of blasting people out of photographs, but it was a handy spell I learned from my dear old Mum, and he was a rat bastard. It falls within the bounds of what my Warden has allowed. [Might as well throw that out there in case the doctor was taking notes.
He waved a hand as she thanked him.] No need to thank me. She wasn't a bother at all. I don't normally like cats, but I believe this one has a bit of dog in her. She's welcome anytime. [He wouldn't admit that he got lonely but, well, he did. He pushed himself up and off the desk.] You're English. Care for some tea?
[Calling her by her name earned him another smile, and she nodded, looking at the photos. Severus had asked people not to mention the books, so she didn't mention that she knew about the fact that photos moved, or even more pressing, that she'd know intimate details about his life and the death that was coming when he was an older man.
Instead she nodded and smiled when he mentioned that it was within the bounds of what magic he was allowed. Martha suspected that Severus had intervened in order to make certain that Sirius wasn't denied his magic like he himself had been.]
I'm glad that Wichita is letting you have it. I know it's important to have magic if it's a part of who you are.
[The fact that her cat might be part dog made her laugh.] Well, I'm glad you got on with her.
[Martha could see the loneliness on him, and she considered for a moment. Her having tea with him wasn't that big of a deal, was it?]
[Yes, Wichita let him have his wand, and according to Mozenrath, it was Snape who had encouraged it. He still figured it was because Snape wanted him to do something stupid with him, but even he had to admit that was weak. It was something a petty boy would do, not a grown man.]
It certainly helps. [After she agreed to tea, he fetched a pair of cups from the desk that had belonged to James. They hadn't exactly used the cups for tea in their day, but that was what they were, a perfectly ordinary pair of tea cups printed with blue roses, courtesy of Mrs. Potter's kitchen. He filled them with water from the sink, placed them on the desk, and tapped them with his wand. The water started to boil and darken.] How do you take yours?
[Martha had seen this before, so there was no surprise on her face when the tea began to brew itself in the cups that Sirius had found. She didn't know how the conversations between Severus and Sirius were progressing, but she had expected that it wasn't particularly well.
She settled into a chair and tapped her fingers against her lap and Boe hopped into it slowly, and her tawny eyes glared at Martha. Apparently her cat was angry with her.]
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Right, I just said "Boe!" and it meowed. I'm pretty sure this is your girl.
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Do you mind if I come grab her?
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She seems to like it in here, so that's probably for the best.
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[Martha's hair was still slightly wet from the shower when she went over to Sirius's room and knocked on the door. She was dressed in standard fair of jeans and a sweater, and on her finger was a reddish-gold wedding band. Her knock was soft but firm when she made it against the wood. Severus was probably going to be angry about this, but she didn't care; it was Boe after all.]
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He was wearing a pair of ripped up denim trousers, bright red dragon hide boots, and a Three Broomsticks t-shirt. Wearing full-on wizard regalia in bright colours made him feel silly and old, and while he had tried to wear black robes for mourning purposes, they made him feel too damn much like Severus Snape. He twirled his wand between his fingers as he moved to open the door. He had done a quick magical clean up job, so the beds were made and his books were stacked neatly on one of the desks.]
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She had seen his room on video before, but still, it was something to see it in all of it's Red and Gold glory. Until she and Severus had argued about it, Martha Jones had always considered herself a Gryffindor and had been said to find herself declared a Hufflepuff.]
Hello. [Her voice was cheerful, and she extended a hand even though they'd already met.]
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Hello, Doctor. [He didn't remember her name, not that he would tell her that. He was impressed he remember she was a doctor. He shook her hand and stepped back, extending his arm so she could take in Boe in her purple-fur-palace glory.] As you can see, the queen is resting in her chambers.
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[Martha stepped forward into his room and towards her cat. She couldn't help but notice the pictures, and she knew who'd been blasted from them. Really, Martha didn't blame him for doing it a bit. Had she been in his position, Martha Jones would have done the same thing. Still, seeing the moving pictures made her smile a bit, and unconsciously, she touched the ring that she was wearing. She looked at a photo of Lily Evans-Potter, and she remembered when she'd met the woman and they'd had tea. It seemed like a very long time ago now.
Then she stepped toward her cat and focused on her.]
Thanks, Sirius, for taking care of her. I'm sorry if she was a bother.
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He waved a hand as she thanked him.] No need to thank me. She wasn't a bother at all. I don't normally like cats, but I believe this one has a bit of dog in her. She's welcome anytime. [He wouldn't admit that he got lonely but, well, he did. He pushed himself up and off the desk.] You're English. Care for some tea?
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Instead she nodded and smiled when he mentioned that it was within the bounds of what magic he was allowed. Martha suspected that Severus had intervened in order to make certain that Sirius wasn't denied his magic like he himself had been.]
I'm glad that Wichita is letting you have it. I know it's important to have magic if it's a part of who you are.
[The fact that her cat might be part dog made her laugh.] Well, I'm glad you got on with her.
[Martha could see the loneliness on him, and she considered for a moment. Her having tea with him wasn't that big of a deal, was it?]
Sure, I've time for a cuppa.
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It certainly helps. [After she agreed to tea, he fetched a pair of cups from the desk that had belonged to James. They hadn't exactly used the cups for tea in their day, but that was what they were, a perfectly ordinary pair of tea cups printed with blue roses, courtesy of Mrs. Potter's kitchen. He filled them with water from the sink, placed them on the desk, and tapped them with his wand. The water started to boil and darken.] How do you take yours?
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She settled into a chair and tapped her fingers against her lap and Boe hopped into it slowly, and her tawny eyes glared at Martha. Apparently her cat was angry with her.]
Milky, please.
[For a moment she was silent.]
How are you adjusting?
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