HAI GAIS. Okay, so
yeats and I are having a fucking amazingface, pathetichead conversation right now that could have happened about 5 years ago, back when Remus/Sirius fandom was experiencing a bit of a "heyday", and everything was still relatively hunky-dory, and like, stuff was still REALLY ANGSTY AND SHIT but at least NOBODY WAS DEAD OR STRAIGHT YET
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The mirror never came off the wall. At first, Molly made tutting noises at it, and Kreacher had thrown a bit of a fit when she and Ginny had tried more drastic cleaning measures, and once the twins found out, they’d tried to pry at it with various unsticking spells, and an ingenious (he thought) but futile combination of one of Arthur’s modified Muggle battery-powered drills and washing up liquid.
What is it, he’d asked. Do you know?
No, Sirius had said. But I’m damn sure it’s up to no good.
He’d looked at it, then, and noticed something vague, and odd: a flicker in Sirius’s reflection, against the heavy frame. The glass of it was warped, he decided. The age of it made things look weighted, and wavered, and blurred, on the edges, if you looked at it from just the right angle. Something wholly un-physical reflected, vaguely terrifying, but too fleeting to have much power ( ... )
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omg, stop it. I have to work!!!
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WE LOVE ANGST!
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Thank you!
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I know I know. I know, right!
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And now, with the house so empty, perhaps, he thinks, it seems he shouldn’t have. This empty yawing house, with the windows all left open to air out the stench of a withering family, and all the things removed in the name of inheritance and vindictive retribution and general housekeeping (and not a piece of drapery to be found - he supposed that was Molly). The whole house swinging in the breeze, with wide, skittering floorboards and corridors that felt like the whole world was in them, and staircases that seemed to climb into the morning sky, and there were these two unmovable anchors - the portrait and the mirror - holding reality down. Oh, thy family and thyself, he thinks (because most of his thinking, these weeks, is towards the direction of Sirius Black), and he touches the cold glass. The two things you hated most. And still resisting death ( ... )
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OMG, and isn't it though? I mean, THAT'S WHY I LOVE YOU GUYS.
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AND OMG WHAT IF HE'S NOT IMAGINING IT. DD:
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