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*Rose can be a lot of things. Selfish, and unapologetically deceitful, and irresponsible, and, lately, starting to come off the tracks. She knows it even if she won't admit it even to herself; on some level she knows perfectly well that what happened last night will happen again, and again, and that trying not to would be like trying to catch a dragon in a butterfly net. So she's just not going to acknowledge that fact, and tells herself it was a one-off, that it's under control, that her using isn't getting worse and that she doesn't need to do it. That it's fine.

But even though she's selfish and deceitful and irresponsible, even though she's lying to herself about what she's spiraling down into, she does have loyalties. Sirius is on the shortlist of people about whom she gives a fuck, and she knows her behavior last night at Fiona's was out of line on a few different counts. She doesn't have a lot of friends, and so, in the interest of preserving the few she does have, she' s now knocking on the door of his flat.

She looks okay, considering the night before. She's sober and clear-headed, with the hangover gone and the drugs out of her system (but not gone long enough to get her itchy for it yet). Her hair's done up in careful pin curls and her clothes look like something out of a Katherine Hepburn movie - classy and in keeping with her normal style, but more 'comfortable' than 'bombshell'. She's traded out her usual scarlet lipstick for a more subdued one; it's just not a red day. It's rare that it isn't a red day, but today isn't.*

Date: 2011-08-21 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*Remus is out for a walk, so Sirius is home alone, and he answers the door expecting Remus--maybe he forgot his keys, that's why he's knocking?--but he looks through the peephole and finds a less-bedraggled-than-should-be-allowed Rose. It takes almost a full minute to undo all the wards, despite how often he does it. When the door swings open, he's still smiling, if a bit bemused, and he waves her in. He can guess what this is about well enough.*

Evening. Want a drink? I was just about to fix myself one.

Date: 2011-08-21 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*He shuts the door, knits the wards back together much faster than he managed to undo them, and moves to the kitchen. He speaks over the sound of cabinets and glasses.*

You look good, considering. If it were me I'd still be in bed.

Date: 2011-08-21 07:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
Out. Walking. He'll probably be back in a bit.

*He returns, handing over a glass filled with a generous amount of scotch and takes his own seat.*

I haven't heard from Fabian. I trust your friend isn't going to actually eat him, right? I shouldn't be putting in a missing persons report?

Date: 2011-08-21 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*He points a finger at her.*

It was only a handful of times and she is a lunatic, and it was years ago. I barely knew her name when it was happening, and I didn't even recognize her with that hair and those tights. All I have very unpleasant memories of very unpleasant bites in very unpleasant places. I just wanted to make sure she hasn't moved on to actually eating whomever she decides she's going to knock on the head and drag to bed with her.

Date: 2011-08-21 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
You haven't got big terrifying horse teeth and a jaw that could crush bone.

*Sirius mutters this into his glass and takes a sip, as if to purge the thought.*


Date: 2011-08-21 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*Sirius just takes another sip, watching her become serious and, reflecting her, losing his own smile as well.*

Date: 2011-08-21 09:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*He shrugs.*

S'alright. Hell, I know I'm not the best at dealing with my own shit. You're just dealing with yours. Probably don't want to try that grabbing-my-beltloops thing again though. I know my jeans are tough to resist but you'll just have to try.

Date: 2011-08-21 10:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*It sounds like a lie, and it looks like she's not happy about it. All right. Even Sirius isn't too obtuse to get that kind of hint.*

I don't flatter myself that all that is just about me, or just about the Order. Come on. Out with it.

Date: 2011-08-22 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*It's true. And he didn't like it then any more than he likes it now, but he's less inclined to say it in the light of day.*

I'm not a--a granny, or a therapist. I don't know what to tell you.

Date: 2011-08-28 12:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*Sirius snorts, and shakes his head. But she's right, she's risking a lot--he's not going to tell her, but he owes her something closer to an honest answer.*

You want the truth?

The truth is, it's complicated for us, for a lot of reasons. And telling anyone makes us both targets. So we're keeping it secret from everyone. Even James doesn't know. I don't want to tell anyone anything without--discussing it.

*And none of that's even a lie. No pronouns to give him away or anything. Feeling a bit smug, he moves on.*

And by the by, you're sidestepping the issue. You don't need a therapist, all right, what do you need?

Date: 2011-08-28 07:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*He raises an eyebrow.*

You need something that you're not getting out of doing enough blow to kill a lesser man. Otherwise you wouldn't be looking to Alecto fucking Carrow for something to fix you up.

Date: 2011-08-30 04:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*Sirius isn't very well-versed in this sort of thing, but he's not stupid. That kind of itch can't be a good symptom.*

Must be a pretty powerful metaphorical itch to get you to trust Carrow.

Date: 2011-08-30 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
It's not just that.

Have you tried--I don't know--stopping? Entirely?

Date: 2011-08-30 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
Wait a minute.

*Sirius stands as well.*

You came here. Come on. Calm down for just a second and actually talk to me about this.

Date: 2011-08-30 05:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*Sirius rubs his forehead, wishing Remus were here to say something--the right thing, the thing that'll make her listen instead of storm out. But at least she hasn't stormed out yet.*

Look, Rose, I'm your friend, but I'm not a--what was it you called me? I'm no knight in shining armor, all right? I know that. I've made mistake after mistake and I am trying--trying very very hard--to make fewer of them. But I think I know you well enough, and I've fucked up my life enough, to see what's going on. No one can stop you from doing what you're going to do. But I'm your friend, so I've at least got to say something.

Date: 2011-08-30 05:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] looneyloopy.livejournal.com
*Oblivious to what he's just walked into, Remus steps in with his head still full of Egyptian artifacts and Assyrian statues and all the magnificence of the British Museum. He's been hundreds of times but it never gets old; there's always something to be curious about, always something worth seeing, and he's always in a good mood after museum walks.

He comes home smiling with a bag of cherries in hand from a Muggle street vendor in Covent Garden, and has one almost to his lips when he crosses the threshold and the feel of the room hits him.*

I'm back, I went the long-long-way 'round, d'you want a -

*Breaking off abruptly, he doesn't ask stupid questions or address either of them verbally at all. He just gives Sirius a quickly apologetic, questioning look.*

Date: 2011-08-30 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
--Oh. You're back.

*Well. Shit. Sirius chews his lip, and decides to face it down, hoping that years of breaking rules together will help Remus pick up the please make yourself scarce that he is thinking very hard at Remus' head.*

We were just talking. About . . . . things.

Date: 2011-08-30 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] looneyloopy.livejournal.com
*That's the thing about years of being (sometimes literally) thick as thieves: all four of them generally have excellent nonverbal communication with one another, and now is no exception. He catches exactly what Sirius isn't saying, but still hesitates - after last night, frankly, he's not so sure he wants Rose alone with him. It's probably petty of him, but he wants to ask whether she hasn't already caused enough trouble.

But he doesn't. She's standing there looking like she's about to go up before the Wizengamot, and Sirius knows how he feels about Rose hanging 'round the flat, he wouldn't be doing this if there weren't a good reason.*

Right. Though - if you don't mind, I've got those Muggle papers I needed to go through for Moody - ?

*Lies, all, and he watches Sirius closely for verification that things are okay.*

Date: 2011-08-30 06:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*Sirius nods, answering both the spoken question and the unspoken one.*

Yeah--I think those are still on the desk in the other room.

Date: 2011-08-30 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] looneyloopy.livejournal.com
*He nods back casually, but the faint tightening of his mouth speaks volumes: he doesn't like Rose being in here alone with Sirius. But for all that he doesn't trust her, he does trust him, and heads for the study with the cherries in hand. He speaks without looking over his shoulder, as though he can't be bothered with it.*

I'll be back here, then.

*Once there, of course, he silently moves a chair to near the study door and listens carefully to what's going on in the living room, a book in hand just in case he's caught at it.*

Date: 2011-08-30 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*Once Remus is away behind a closed door, Sirius lets out a breath and then turns back to Rose.*

Sorry. He has awful timing.

Date: 2011-08-31 03:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*He follows her gaze, and chews his lip again, shaking his head. After a long moment of silence, he rubs at his stubble. If he knows Remus--and he does, better than anyone--he's listening, and all the suspicion Rose is feeling is perfectly justified. He hates saying it when he knows Remus is listening, but she has to feel at least a little safe if she's going to open up at all.*

We could go somewhere, if you want to keep talking in something a bit more like private, there's a little bar up the street--


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