Title: The Consequences of Bloody Manchester, or Why Summoning Demons is a BAD Idea. Author: io_aenariaRating: PG-13, for liberal use of the word fuck
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*revives* Hehe, it doesn't surprise me either. Mrs. Black seems like the sort of person to do something like this. And poor Crowley for getting stuck in the crossfire. ;)
You're the first to pick up on that! *Hands you cookies or any other treat of preference* Although it's not implicitly said, yeah, I was intending that both Sirius and Regulus are Crowley's. The way I saw Mrs. Black thinking was that she had one child (passed off as a pureblood, natch) who was very powerful, especially for a baby, so why not try the combination again? Poor Crowley for dealing with that cracked harpy. I can just imagine Sirius and Regulus raising hel--uh, Manchester down in Pandemonium. ;) Thanks for reading!
*Snickers*. The poor demon, I'm shuddering on his behalf. Still, the idea of Sirius being the spawn of Crowley does explain quite a lot. I wonder if Sirius ever felt an inexplicable, yet primal, need to don a pair of dark glasses.
"For Merlin's sake, man, you look like a bloody twat."
Sirius ignored the snickers coming from his two friends and shoved his sunglasses further up his nose. "Piss off, wanker."
James just shook his head. "It's 8 p.m. at night in the middle of winter. There's absolutely no reason in the world for you to be wearing dark glasses right now."
Sirius turned around and sauntered off deeper into the Gryffindor common room. "I feel like wearing them," he called back.
Remus and James shared a look. "Think his mum dropped him on his head when he was a baby?" Remus said, making James groan and drop his head into his hands.
I was shuddering for Crowley as well when I was writing. Poor guy, no one deserves Mrs. Black. Thanks for reading!
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You know ... somehow this wouldn't really surprise me. ^_^;;
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but then again, it explains an awful lot .... hmmm
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Sirius ignored the snickers coming from his two friends and shoved his sunglasses further up his nose. "Piss off, wanker."
James just shook his head. "It's 8 p.m. at night in the middle of winter. There's absolutely no reason in the world for you to be wearing dark glasses right now."
Sirius turned around and sauntered off deeper into the Gryffindor common room. "I feel like wearing them," he called back.
Remus and James shared a look. "Think his mum dropped him on his head when he was a baby?" Remus said, making James groan and drop his head into his hands.
I was shuddering for Crowley as well when I was writing. Poor guy, no one deserves Mrs. Black. Thanks for reading!
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