the mad extrapolations of a hopeless fangirl

[faeriemaiden]

I do believe that I am being haunted by the ghost of Sirius Black.

Of course, that would mean that he is actually dead, and I am still clinging to the hope that he is simply lost, hiding, or stuck. Or something. In any case, he is trying to contact me. I am sure of this.

Item I: The aforementioned Trader Joe's dog. I mean, really--if he weren't

Comments

[sirwynai]

Great post, Horray Sirius is still alive. And an idea wacked me in the head while I read this, when you were talking about the teenage Sirius. What if while he was stuck in the veil he was de-aging, and then it took him a while to get out, and so now he's a teen. And I have no idea why he's in America though. XD Maybe there is a rumor that Death Eater remenants are in your town, so they sent Sirius. So beware the stick carrying people!

[faeriemaiden]

You know, I've seen people at the mall who could possibly be Death Eaters... ^-^

[avendya]

Hey, if Sirius is still alive, why hasn't he contacted me? I'm a hopeless fangirl too, you know.

But, yes, good theory and I'll be looking for him here too.

(Teenaged Sirius? Did you drool over the utter HAWTness?)

[faeriemaiden]

That's what I'm wondering. I mean, I'm a fangirl, but I'm more of a Remus fangirl. There are many much more fangirly people than me. Maybe I have Special Powers!! (Electronics hate me, so maybe they're being shorted out by magic...? Maybe my magic is so potent that it hasn't shown up yet, like Aerin's Gift in McKinley's The Hero and the Crown?)

And I would have totally drooled if I'd seen more than a two-second glimpse of him. But he was WEARING A TIE. ♥

[avonleigh]

I envy you, as I am obviously not fangirlish enough to be haunted by Sirius. *pouts* (j/k, not really.) Really must work on that, I suppose.

Whatever the case, this post made me wonderfully cheerful. *clings to hope about Sirius* Yess...

[faeriemaiden]

^-^ Gee, even I didn't think I was fangirlish enough. Then again, maybe Sirius just can't get into Poland. :p

[ressie_noldo]

*sporfle* Teenaged Sirius? I would have liked to see that...

Um. Perhaps a large, friendly, bedraggled black dog will show up on your doorstep one of these days. And then you can be vindicated. And take out an ad in the Guardian asking for one R. J. Lupin, and whether or not he's missing anyone whose name rhymes with Shirius Shmack. (And I shall firmly believe that Remus reads the Guardian. Because it strikes me as being Remussy, and had a cool crossword.)

Speaking of crosswords, if said dog shows an undue interest in the crossword section of the newspaper, it is a sure sign. (Or if he tries to whack some alcohol.)

-

Is Sirius afraid of monkeys? Was there a horribly backfired prank once upon a time involving monkeys, Snape, and a large quantity of bicycles? Will we ever know?*sporfles* *dies

[faeriemaiden]

All right, next time Dad goes out (i.e., tomorrow morning), I am nicking whatever his best alcohol is...does Sirius like sherry? Oddly flavoured beers? Ale? I will then set a bucket full of it on top of the newspaper open to the crossword on my front porch and see what happens. (The most probable thing is that Dad will fall over it when he comes home, and then go mad trying to figure out why a large quantity of his alchohol is on the porch and probably ground me forever when I explain I was trying to catch a dog.)

Or perhaps I should get a crossword printed on a t-shirt. *ponders* Actually, that would make a nice t-shirt regardless of whether large black dogs jumped at me or not.

And the inner crack-ficcer I didn't know I had is coming out and making me want to write...strange things. Now if only my inner Bob Dylan fiend would come out again, as it would be considerably more useful. I keep getting scraps of conversation, but not much else. *headdesk*

[lady_moriel]

Yes, I think your first commenter has it--he went back to being a baby, or some such thing, so he's been growing up since then and that's why you found him as a teenager. Or the veil permanently unaged him to his mental age.

I WANT SIRIUS TO HAUNT ME, DARN IT. Though I do seem to be seeing an awful lot of black dogs about, but none of them really look Padfootish enough.

[faeriemaiden]

STOOOOP. You're making me want to write deeply weird fanfiction. Weirder than prose retellings of Eliot poems.

Or the veil permanently unaged him to his mental age.
*snerk* No, actually, that would be a great theory. It doesn't explain why he's in America, unless the Ministry uses the curtain as a secret portal to America so they can...um...shop at Hot Topic? *imagines punk-goth!Cornelius Fudge* Er. Never mind. Anyway, Sirius goes through Secret America Curtain, and the Ministry won't let him come back because...er...the Secret America Curtain is illegal?

Eurgh. My mind hurts from hypothesising so early in the evening. (Really--sometimes I can't think at all until nine or ten at night. Soon afterwards, I am forced to betake myself to bed. This explains why I never get anything done.)