Delivery for Sirius Black

[fatalfrenzy.livejournal.com]

*The dog bears a reasonable resemblance to the Grim. It’s large, with a curly tail and long black fur, a mutt with some spaniel in and a stray, by the looks of things. But it’s handsome enough, well-fed and recently bathed, even. There’s a brand-new leather collar around its neck, a leash that’s tied loosely to the doorknob of the flat.

But the dog is three-legged. Recently so. It isn’t barking or thrashing; no, it’s standing quietly and very still in the hall on its three shaking paws, panting shallowly, its dark eyes bright with pain. The wound that was once its right foreleg is starting to crust over, but only barely: there’s fresh smears of blood on the door, and on the floor of the hall. As the door opens, the dog starts to whimper.

The handsome leather collar bears a brass plate, engraved only: THIEF.*

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[looneyloopy.livejournal.com]

*Sirius's expression takes Remus a bit off-guard when he glances up - he'd expected tension, or more anger, but not guilt. His own expression softening, he gives him a small, approving smile at the offer for Dora: well done.*

[seniortonks.livejournal.com]

*It occurs to Ted that it's a little odd how they've all assumed the dog is leaving with him, but as he looks down at him, maybe it isn't odd at all. He almost laughs, then, turning his face up to Remus.*

I'm not about to leave him with you two. This one'd forget to feed him or try and give him gods-damned salad.

Sure no teeth chews? Speak of the devil, they did wonders for Dora when she was, you know--

*He taps his own teeth, with the hand that isn't still scratching the dog.*

[looneyloopy.livejournal.com]

*The smile grows a bit thin at that, as Remus tries to be polite. He doesn't have anything against Ted, but that doesn't make him less offended.*

It's not like teething. But thank you anyway.

[seniortonks.livejournal.com]

Fair 'nuff. I think I'll take him and go, if that's all right. I'm sure you two have plenty to talk about.

*He picks up the collar gingerly, touching it as little as possible, and offers it to Sirius as he finally stands.*

As do Dromeda and I.

[fleasaremurder.livejournal.com]

*Sirius takes the collar like it's a dead thing. He wants to say something about it--like it's not his fault that he's related to insane Death Eaters who like to mutilate animals--but it is his fault that she's out for his blood, and Andy has managed to avoid most of Bellatrix's anger despite their closer relationship. Sirius is only just willing to admit to himself it's more than just luck that keeps Andy off Bellatrix's mailing list.*

Right.

Thank you for coming, Ted.