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[blackasday]

[Sirius is surrounded by sheets of paper, as he has been for the last few hours. Just when it looks as though he's nodded off, his eyes fly open and he swipes across at the pile of notes in front of him, scattering them everywhere.]

I can't do it, and I won't!

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[pridegoesbefore]

My, such dramatics.

[blackasday]

[He moans quietly, slumped over himself, covering his eyes.] I can't read anymore, I feel like my eyes are bleeding.

[pridegoesbefore]

They are. Death is mere moments away.

[blackasday]

It's tru- [He suddenly notices who it is that he's talking to, and desperately tries, and fails, to hide the pages from Narcissa's view.]

Buggerations, shit.

[pridegoesbefore]

[His movements send several sheets floating her way.]

Oh, for Merlin's sake. I don't care what you're working on, Sirius, and I know about your map.

[blackasday]

How on eart-? I mean, what map? I don't know what you mean. You're crazy.

[Snatches at the sheets.]

[pridegoesbefore]

[Holding them out of reach because she can.]

Don't be rude. You're not the first Sirius I've met, and none of you can keep your mouths shut.

[blackasday]

[Snatchy snatch!]

I bloody well can, and so can James, and Remus, and Pet-. Crap. Pete's been spreading it hasn't he?

[pridegoesbefore]

[Moo ha ha try again, sleepy cousin! Taunty taunt!]

Yes, the little chubby one has spilled all your innermost secrets-- and Remus is a wonderful conversationalist.

[blackasday]

[...and now he's just pouting.]

Damn him! And since when do you talk to Remus?

[pridegoesbefore]

Oh, there's one or two floating around who are easy enough to speak with.

[She's only pulling his leg about one of these. Which one, darling Sirius?]

[blackasday]

Bollocks, I haven't met a single one outside of my world. And I'm pretty sure he'd always choose to talk to me over you.

You're trying to screw with me. And I bet you know nothing about our amazing map.

[pridegoesbefore]

That doesn't mean they don't exist; "pretty sure" isn't certain, and you don't know the circumstances that led us to interact; and if I were to screw with anyone, darling cousin, it wouldn't be you.

Though I'm perfectly sure you're up to no good.

[Get it? Get it?]

[blackasday]

You're doing your manipulative Black thing, and I'll have none of it.

I'd almost rather take the bleeding eyes and never-ending notes.

[pridegoesbefore]

You always say the sweetest things to me, Sirius, how on earth are you not my favourite. [Wry.]

Stop whining. The mere fact that I know of its existence should tell you that you finish it.

[blackasday]

But I thought I was your favourite? Don't make me cry, Cissa.

...We do? Am I still alive at the end of the process?

[pridegoesbefore]

It's Narcissa, and you do live through it.


Much to my future disgust, I'm sure.

[blackasday]

How about Cissy? Ciss-Ciss? Narcky?

[pridegoesbefore]

How about Silencio?

[You're like a yapping dog.]

[blackasday]

[And now for his well-practised puppy-dog eyes.]

[pridegoesbefore]

Oh, please. I owned that look before you did.

[blackasday]

[Yet his eyes go wider still.]

[pridegoesbefore]

[Eyebrow raise.]

[novumlupine]

Now, I wonder who's planning to clean all those up.

I cannot believe I missed this comment! *curses self*

[blackasday]

I doubt planning would come into it.