WHO: Sirius Black and you?
WHERE: All over the city, specifically Sandust, the Institute, and eventually the police precinct. :(
WHEN: Today!
WARNINGS: Sirius?
SUMMARY: Remus hasn't been home. Sirius goes looking.
FORMAT: WORDS.
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because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. )
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So he thought he would wait there instead, and see if there were any more of the strange books written by the man who'd put cats in hats and drawn elephants listening to flowers.
But he hadn't seen his teacher anywhere, and looked around to see if there was anyone else who might be able to help him.
Vaguely recognizing Sirius, the boy walked over and--after a moment's hesitation--tapped his arm to get his attention.
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"Hullo."
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"Is he gonna work today?"
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Another gift Sirius had was the ability to talk to someone without talking down to them. The kneeling wasn't a particular favor, or some sort of patronizing effort to make the boy like him or to look like some sensitive guy - it was simply polite.
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But everything was full and busy, and there seemed no room for an absence of any of it. Even the faintly hopeful part of him knew that was to be expected, even in such an unpredictable place.
He let his gaze drop, locking on the entrance. The shape of the person came well after the familiar mind - not the one he was looking for, but not unwelcome.
He hadn't spoken to Sirius in a long time.
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Blue's appearance seemed like an omen. Sirius had never yet had a reason not to be happy to see the Mu, but given the circumstances it was hard to summon up a smile.
Of course he does anyway. "Hello, mon soldat fantôme bleu. What brings you here today?"
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"Searching," he replied. There didn't seem to be much need to explain. He began to turn as Sirius approached, facing the same way as though to follow.
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"Are you now. Having any luck?"
There was something sharp and brittle in his voice, a glimmer of something like teeth. Whether directed at himself or at Blue, Sirius could not have answered.
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He was on his way up the street towards the little bookstore, not at all ruffled by the chill in the air with all that leather on.
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He'd get a facade of his usual extroverted confidence on for the public in just a second, but in this brief interstatial moment going from inside to outside, he looked exactly how he felt.
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Heh. It rhymes.
Heheheh. Oh God.
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The books always drew her attention first--the ones were well cared for here, but still begging to be read, as books were wont to do, and it wasn't until she looked up from some old treatise on alchemic theory that she realized the man near the counter was not Mr. Lupin. And he looked... distracted, at least.
"Mr. Black?"
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"Yes. Can I help you?"
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Remus stop having so many friends. Stop. Stop it.
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"What's up, Sirius?"
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Which is to say: help help help I am about to completely lose it in the middle of a sea of cops please put me somewhere safe.
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"So?"
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But that was for killing James. James was here now.
"It's Moony. He didn't come home from work yesterday, and I found these..." Sirius carefully places Remus's communicator and dog tags on the table. "Blue's looking to make sure it's not Vulcanus or something. I thought maybe we might put in a report here... in case someone sees him."
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