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Title: Untitled. Or, In Which Sirius Black Does Have The Brains Of A Flobberworm, Honestly.
Rating: R to be on the safe side for brief discussion of sex.
Summary: "The velvet drapes are shut tight, and they combine with the dimmest light my wand can give to produce a soft red little world of our own. There might be nothing at all beyond this bed. No family to hate, no school to resent, no friends to lie to. I think I’d like that."
Notes: This is what happens when I bury my head in the sand about the huge pile of essays waiting downstairs to be marked. Also: Sap, sap, sap.
Words: 1100 ish
( to the fic )
Rating: R to be on the safe side for brief discussion of sex.
Summary: "The velvet drapes are shut tight, and they combine with the dimmest light my wand can give to produce a soft red little world of our own. There might be nothing at all beyond this bed. No family to hate, no school to resent, no friends to lie to. I think I’d like that."
Notes: This is what happens when I bury my head in the sand about the huge pile of essays waiting downstairs to be marked. Also: Sap, sap, sap.
Words: 1100 ish
( to the fic )