*When he sees Ted comes in, Sirius ducks his head lower and turns it away. He heard, of course, about Ted’s parents, and everyone can guess who did it, the Mark is so fucking obvious that even now the Auror office is inquiring what they might have done to make the Death Eaters angry, and any evidence they find will most likely point back to a woman and a man they refuse to investigate, and it’ll come to absofuckinglutely nothing. And with Remus busy being a wolf for the evening, Sirius has resorted to an age-old method of drowning his guilt: shameless drunkenness. It is entirely his fault, Ted’s suit, the red eyes, everything strikes Sirius like a blow to the gut, tangible proof of what an idiot he is for even considering this bargain with Bellatrix. As if Regulus’ life mattered so fucking much to Ted. As if saving him, giving him protection made it all worth it.
Sirius can’t help peering at him, though, through a haze of smoke and his own drunkenness from where he sits slumped in the corner. He drains his glass and watches from behind the empty and his hand, thinking himself sneaky. The bar is empty enough that it’s less sneaky and more idiotic, a mockery of some spy-work.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 10:18 pm (UTC)Sirius can’t help peering at him, though, through a haze of smoke and his own drunkenness from where he sits slumped in the corner. He drains his glass and watches from behind the empty and his hand, thinking himself sneaky. The bar is empty enough that it’s less sneaky and more idiotic, a mockery of some spy-work.*