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The world, he knows and as his name tells him, is both black and white. The shades of grey are all nuance: the flick of a wrist, the finessing of a charm, the beauty in a girl walking by unaware she's being watched, the taste of a perfect pint. When things become as polarized as they are during times of war, the glitter and colour vanish, evaporate, disappear. It's beyond time to regain some of the lost tints and hues of his world.
As always, he moves as if he owns the place because that's the only way to act. This is no longer school, he's been warned more than once but he's far from stupid; he knows that. People will want to treat him like a child, like a student, but he's proved himself worthy of being treated as an adult. Put those clever brains of yours to work, Sirius, he's been told, and he's done so. He's created marvelous objects, dreamed of things no one else has dreamt of, honed his spellwork, fooled both Muggles and wizards alike for years. He's absolutely certain he's deserving of a break from it all.
Helping himself to a glass of whiskey, he takes a seat at a table with a view of the bar and of the door. It's strategic but he's trained to think strategically. It both goes against his own personal grain and, at the same time, is supported by it. He may be just nineteen, but he can -- from time to time -- seem wise beyond his years. Curse and a blessing, that's what it means to bear the name of Black.
As always, he moves as if he owns the place because that's the only way to act. This is no longer school, he's been warned more than once but he's far from stupid; he knows that. People will want to treat him like a child, like a student, but he's proved himself worthy of being treated as an adult. Put those clever brains of yours to work, Sirius, he's been told, and he's done so. He's created marvelous objects, dreamed of things no one else has dreamt of, honed his spellwork, fooled both Muggles and wizards alike for years. He's absolutely certain he's deserving of a break from it all.
Helping himself to a glass of whiskey, he takes a seat at a table with a view of the bar and of the door. It's strategic but he's trained to think strategically. It both goes against his own personal grain and, at the same time, is supported by it. He may be just nineteen, but he can -- from time to time -- seem wise beyond his years. Curse and a blessing, that's what it means to bear the name of Black.