August 22nd, 1976
He’s sitting in the basement of James’ house, ostensibly because it is much cooler here than anywhere else in the house. Mostly he just likes the room, dark and full of spiders, with tiny little windows near the ceiling, and an old lawn chair in the middle. He’s sitting on the lawn chair, thinking. Sirius Black does not just
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I think I'll watch your fic journal. :3
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it can't stop here!
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