If ever someone needed food, it was Sirius Black. After about a year in Azkaban, his poor diet had and lack of exercise had left him thin and ragged. He might have shaved and cut his hair, but there was nothing he could do about the gaunt cheeks. There was even less he could do about his haunted, empty eyes. But he could have breakfast. Hell, he could have breakfast, lunch, and dinner in one sitting if they let him. There was just one problem there...
He stared at the camera. This had to be a joke. Something was waiting for him on the other side. He’d played too many pranks on people not to recognize one. They just couldn’t be serious about this.
He tapped on the camera. He tried to cast a spell on the door. Nothing worked. So, tentatively, he smiled. It was weak and with no feeling in it. The muscles felt strange even after he stopped and he rubbed at his mouth. There was a time when smiles came as naturally to him as life. He felt he could laugh at anything. Now...
He jumped when the door swung open suddenly and then started again when he realized someone was approaching.
“Funny joke,” he said dryly.
b) GOING NOWHERE FAST
Sirius liked Muggles. He thought their inventions were, generally, cool and convenient. Movies, for instance, and phones. Cars. Motorcycles. The list went on. Once Lily had to warn him to stop messing around with the escalator before he lost his foot. Elevators, on the other hand, were boring. He didn’t know when the Ministry incorporated them into their building, but whenever they had it had been a mistake.
Stuck in a small cell for a while? Sirius had already done that for too long. Unfortunately his options were limited. Even more unfortunately, the elevator ground to a halt.
“That’s not supposed to happen.”
g) NO REST FOR THE WEARY
Sleep should come easier now. Nightmares were no longer guaranteed. He didn’t have to struggle against his thoughts before finally giving up. And when Sirius closed his eyes, sleep didn’t take him. He kept seeing everything happening. James. Lily. Harry in Hagrid’s arms. And Peter…
He climbed out of bed carefully. He didn’t stand but stooped and turned into a large black dog, resembling a ragged Newfoundland dog.
He only had a few moments to settle into his animagus form. It was just enough time to start feeling comfortable before he heard the loud sound. Sirius jumped and resisted the instinct to bark. Instead he pawed at the door until it opened and ran out into the hall, looking around.
At this point he should change back, but his emotions were duller now and his thoughts simpler. This was, quite simply, nice. It wouldn’t hurt to wait a few more moments.
l) PROP HUNT
Sirius had emerged from the ordeal with several bruises, some cuts, and a great deal of frustration. He had never been so useless in a fight. One would think he could deal with inanimate objects.
He picked up paperclips chained together. It kept wriggling around, trying to free itself from his hand. He spun it around a few times before grabbing the end with his other hand.
He eyed the stapler in the corner. He would’ve sworn it glared back at him.
“If we can chain this…’ He held up the paperclips. “To that, do you think we’d kill two birds with one stone or it will backfire splendidly?” Sirius was inclined to think it was the latter but he really liked the idea of it.
Sirius Black | Harry Potter
If ever someone needed food, it was Sirius Black. After about a year in Azkaban, his poor diet had and lack of exercise had left him thin and ragged. He might have shaved and cut his hair, but there was nothing he could do about the gaunt cheeks. There was even less he could do about his haunted, empty eyes. But he could have breakfast. Hell, he could have breakfast, lunch, and dinner in one sitting if they let him. There was just one problem there...
He stared at the camera. This had to be a joke. Something was waiting for him on the other side. He’d played too many pranks on people not to recognize one. They just couldn’t be serious about this.
He tapped on the camera. He tried to cast a spell on the door. Nothing worked. So, tentatively, he smiled. It was weak and with no feeling in it. The muscles felt strange even after he stopped and he rubbed at his mouth. There was a time when smiles came as naturally to him as life. He felt he could laugh at anything. Now...
He jumped when the door swung open suddenly and then started again when he realized someone was approaching.
“Funny joke,” he said dryly.
b) GOING NOWHERE FAST
Sirius liked Muggles. He thought their inventions were, generally, cool and convenient. Movies, for instance, and phones. Cars. Motorcycles. The list went on. Once Lily had to warn him to stop messing around with the escalator before he lost his foot. Elevators, on the other hand, were boring. He didn’t know when the Ministry incorporated them into their building, but whenever they had it had been a mistake.
Stuck in a small cell for a while? Sirius had already done that for too long. Unfortunately his options were limited. Even more unfortunately, the elevator ground to a halt.
“That’s not supposed to happen.”
g) NO REST FOR THE WEARY
Sleep should come easier now. Nightmares were no longer guaranteed. He didn’t have to struggle against his thoughts before finally giving up. And when Sirius closed his eyes, sleep didn’t take him. He kept seeing everything happening. James. Lily. Harry in Hagrid’s arms. And Peter…
He climbed out of bed carefully. He didn’t stand but stooped and turned into a large black dog, resembling a ragged Newfoundland dog.
He only had a few moments to settle into his animagus form. It was just enough time to start feeling comfortable before he heard the loud sound. Sirius jumped and resisted the instinct to bark. Instead he pawed at the door until it opened and ran out into the hall, looking around.
At this point he should change back, but his emotions were duller now and his thoughts simpler. This was, quite simply, nice. It wouldn’t hurt to wait a few more moments.
l) PROP HUNT
Sirius had emerged from the ordeal with several bruises, some cuts, and a great deal of frustration. He had never been so useless in a fight. One would think he could deal with inanimate objects.
He picked up paperclips chained together. It kept wriggling around, trying to free itself from his hand. He spun it around a few times before grabbing the end with his other hand.
He eyed the stapler in the corner. He would’ve sworn it glared back at him.
“If we can chain this…’ He held up the paperclips. “To that, do you think we’d kill two birds with one stone or it will backfire splendidly?” Sirius was inclined to think it was the latter but he really liked the idea of it.