Twenty-two: Lawn Chair Thinking
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Title: Lawn Chair Thinking
Rating: PG
Prompt: # 22 at
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Word Count: 471
Summary: Sirius knows he’s moping, but he can’t help it.
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 sit and think. This is a very strange occurrence.
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“Er, Sirius?” Remus is awkward, and fidgeting with the book in his hands, opening and closing it and worrying the edges of the pages. “Um, I was sort of wondering why you kissed me.” He hadn’t meant to bring this up, but it’s been hanging in the air like a big purple signboard that everyone is pretending not to see, and he can’t ignore it any longer.
Sirius’ mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Why did you kiss me?”
Well. That wasn’t quite what Remus was expecting him to say. “Er, it was—it was sort of an accident. I, uh, I didn’t mean to do it.” He’s never felt so incoherent in his life.
“Did you want to do it?” Sirius asks, and Remus thinks there’s a hopeful sound to his voice, but he’s probably imagining it.
Remus lets out a long breath. “No.”
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Sirius has been having strange dreams, the last few days. One where the queen, wearing a pillbox hat, was sitting in the cockpit of a space ship, working the controls as the ship hurtled into the stars. Another where he was stuck inside a suit of armour in one of the corridors at Hogwarts, watching Dumbledore walking back and forth carrying cakes. Usually, Sirius sleeps too deeply to remember dreams, but he’s been so distracted lately he’s been sleeping poorly, and after these dreams he always wakes up and is unable to get back to sleep.
He sits on the lawn chair in the basement, which is uncomfortable and plastic, brittle with age, cracked in several places. Through one of the tiny windows he can see James and Peter playing chess in the grass in the back yard. He wishes he felt like going out and cheering them on, or giving them bad advice, but he doesn’t.
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“Oh, okay,” Sirius says, disappointed and trying desperately not to show it. “So it was just a—a fluke, then. Okay.” Remus nods sort of apologetically.
“Shall we go see what Prongs and Wormtail are doing, then?” Sirius follows him outside, but he hardly notices what he’s doing.
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Sirius knows he’s moping, but he can’t help it. He hates that he’s moping, but he can’t do anything else. It’s Remus’ fault, and Sirius wants to hate him for it, but he can’t do that either.
“Damnit, Moony, you weren’t supposed to say no.”
Day twenty-three
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Date: 2007-09-03 10:31 pm (UTC)I think I'll watch your fic journal. :3
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Date: 2007-09-03 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-04 06:22 am (UTC)it can't stop here!
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