Style // Sirius Black

Chapter XII - Part I

Lyra was never one to beat around the bush when it came to anything. Whether it was telling Lily her outfit looked like her mother or trying to explain to Peter why he can't throw himself off the astronomy tower whenever Slughorn assigns homework. She was honest, she was concise, and she was straight to the point. If you ever wanted honesty or a credible opinion, Lyra Potter was the girl to go to. She was a no-nonsense kind of person, and it was as simple as that.

However, there were loopholes. Especially when it came to her feelings. Whether they are about something going on at home, or about something romantic. She didn't quite understand how to process and manage the hormones that shot around in her brain when it came to that sort of thing. Which is why when Lyra becomes emotional, everyone treats her like a ticking time bomb, not knowing when or where she'll explode.

Remus was the best person at managing Lyra when she became overwhelmed with feelings. He was the one person in the entire world who knew her better than James and Lily did. Him and the blonde were so similar in a variety of different ways, so it was no secret that the lycanthrope was able to read her like a children's book. If she didn't know how to process news or felt overcome by emotions, she and Remus would wander around in silence until she was able to vocalize her inner thoughts. If she was on the verge of exploding, he would take her to the Black Lake where she could scream her lungs out and not face judgement.

The only things that no one knew how to handle properly, were her anger and when she felt romantically. Lyra had such an intense way of feeling when it came to rage that not even the most skilled wizards could properly contain her, as if she were a wild animal. It was such a primal instinct for her to attack whenever the red-hot feeling showed up that all common sense flew out the window.

It seemed the only time that the two combined into something blissfully horrid, was when Sirius Black was involved. He was the main contributor to the frustrated outburst Lyra would have, for more reason than one. It was as though he were a child poking at a badger, waiting for it to explode and leave a wake of blood in its path.

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"What do you mean you had no idea?" She whispered, her grip on the paper in her hands becoming deadly to the parchment.

"He never told us that he was writing you letters," Remus repeated, gesturing to the now crumpling piece of paper in the blonde's hand, "It definitely wasn't one of his pranks."

Roulette was a complete game of chance. It was a deadly one at that, especially when lethal weapons were used. Either your luck will strike gold and you'll walk away with a new story to tell. Or you will reach the bottom of your barrel and have your life taken before it even really began. It was a game that was played by the thrill-chasers and adrenaline-seekers of the world. Something both Sirius Black and Lyra Potter know all too much about.

The lethal aspect of the rouse is the part that can determine the outcome of the game. Children typically play roulette with a stone or toy, while adults and those with more gusto in their genes use something like a bullet or even an arrow. It seemed wizards had a different way of interpreting the game, though who's to say their way was any less deadly than if someone shot an arrow up in the sky and waited for it to find the glory in the head of its victim. Perhaps a few short sentences and sarcastic retorts were more extreme a medium than any other.

"So, you, James, and Peter had no idea he was writing these?" Lyra questioned again, knowing damn well she sounded like a broken record. But Remus was a patient man, willing to wait for the arrow to strike the centre.

"If I had known he was writing these as a prank, I would have stopped it before it began," Remus returned, resting a hand on Lyra's shoulder with a ginger haste, "His words are things that you deserve to hear Lyra, but I fear you may be disappointed by who they're coming from."