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[scorching_black]

Sirius Black is having a bad day.

The blood on his lip and cheeks can attest to that, as can the rather nasty bruising and the POed look on his face.

Approach with caution.

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[yes_mr_stark]

"Oh, for the love of God...." Pepper walks across the lobby, thinking up a few wet washcloths and ice packs in a basket on her way. "Sirius, what in the world happened to you?" She takes one of the washclothes and reaches out. "Let me help."

[scorching_black]

"'Lo, Pepper." Sirius smiles at her weakly. "Bloody war's coming home to roost. Most of my family is on the other side and they like to send me booby traps in the post."

[yes_mr_stark]

"That's just wrong." She wipes most of the blood off of his face as she talks. "They sound as bad as the terrorists who keep harassing Tony. Can't you just... not open your mail?"

[scorching_black]

"Magical mail tends to explode when ignored." Sirius crosses his eyes slightly, watching her work. "Might have made it worse that way."

[firstpotter]

James takes one look at Sirius's face and curses most creatively in a blend of Mermish, Gobbledeygook, and Hag.

It probably won't be wise to ask for a translation. Some curses take effect when they are comprehended by other people.

[ooc: Tagging and running back to work! Will be very sporadic this evening and tomorrow, so slowtime is love? :D?]

[scorching_black]

"Hullo, Jamie."

Sirius smiles wryly as he thinks up some first aid things and starts cleaning himself up. "Dear Bella weighing in on my choices in life, as usual."

[firstpotter]

"I've half a mind to write a letter to my uncles," James replies lowly, "and request access to certain portions of the family library."

The Potters haven't always been nice. Not evil, per se, but not precisely nice.

[scorching_black]

"Jamie....leave it. She'll get hers in the end."

Sirius wipes his face clean, slowly, and winces.

"If you want to help, take me wand shopping. Mine kind of died in the explosion."

[lvpd_sidle]

Sometime after Sirius cleans himself up, Sara finds him.

She seems to have a sixth-honorary older sister/parental type-sense when it comes to him.

"Hey kiddo," she says quietly. "What's happened?"

[scorching_black]

"Me and Remus....aren't an 'us,' anymore," Sirius says, leaning against her shoulder. "And my family keeps sending me booby-trapped post."

[lvpd_sidle]

"How much of that was his idea?" The question is truly rhetorical. Sara runs her fingers through Sirius's hair. "Your sperm donor's taste in relatives seems to be dearly lacking."

[scorching_black]

"It's safer for him this way," Sirius says, which is probably an answer in and of itself. "And the lack of taste is on both sides of the family, sorry to say."