𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 | 𝐣𝐩

𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐱. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

• 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 •

Hey everyone - so apparently this chapter has been posted before "the order of the Phoenix", so please read the chapter titled as such before this one x

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"Sirius can you cook tonight?"

"Fuck off."

"I pushed four babies out of my vagina."

"Yeah, over fourteen years ago."

"Still did it, you didn't."

"That's because I don't have a vagina."

"No shit Sherlock."

"I'm not cooking."

"Do it bitch."

"You do it."

"Fucking cook me a meal, Sirius."

"You cook me a meal, Ellie."

"Fuck off."

"You fuck off."

"Sirius cook for me."

"Ellie cook for me."

"Should we order in instead?"

"Yeah."

"We don't tell James or Rem."

"Agreed."

"Can you order it, Sirius?"

"You do it."

"For fucks sake, Sirius, order the fucking pizzas or I will skin you alive."

"Understood." Sirius grinned and immediately left to go and get pizza.

Elladora laughed to herself, "I've still got it."

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She was laid on the sofa with a book when Sirius walked back in the front door.

"What did you get me?" She shouted.

"Shit on a stick."

"Piss off!"

"Meat Feast!"

"Love you!"

"Love you too, bitch!"

Elladora laughed as Sirius came in carrying two pizza boxes and a four bottles of beer.

They were about to take a bite of pizza when a patronus flew into the living room.

It was a wolf.

"Ellie is being tortured at the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry, come immediately. Harry had a vision about it. We have already set out, and the rest of the Order have been informed, but the twins and the others left about ten minutes before I have. Sirius, Ellie and the kids are in danger."