Eunoia | Sirius Black

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East Timor, Asia, 1980
September 18th, cold and cool

"You are not stealing an artefact from the museum."

I wouldn't say that Arte Moris of Dili was one of the best places I have visited but it wasn't worse than the shabby hotel Sirius managed to somehow find in this beautiful place.

"It's a gorgeous scooter!" I argue.

"Elena, no. . ." He stifles his grin but it slips out anyway.

"You know, you're a buzzkill. I stole a sequin lingerie for you!"

That does him. Sirius rolls up his sleeves like someone insulted him and he's going to assassinate their entire family.

The scooter is old and rusty and I'm 99% sure it doesn't work but we didn't get Wilberforce this time and I'd love a ride in the windy weather. It's still lightly raining when Sirius removes the stand of the spray-painted automobile and starts to do something at the front panel.

Moments later, he came back around beside me and kickstarted the scooter and to my not-surprise, it gave a loud vroom and the exhaust notes were music to my ears.

Sirius looked at me with a smug expression and I bit my lip before kissing him roughly. That was my hot, knows-how-to-hotwire-vintage-scooters-husband right here.

Husband, I still wasn't sure how to react to that. As if reading my mind, Sirius parted, smiling against my lips as he whispered, "Mrs Black,"

"Almost to the stars, Sirius." I smiled back and he kissed me again.

While we're making out as if there's no tomorrow, obviously the guards noticed the rusty noise of the nearly broken scooter.

Sirius pulled away and pursed his lips, notoriously winking at me as he took the handle and jumped on the seat. I wasted no second hopping on behind him and wrapping my arms around his torso, our wedding bands shining under the mostly hidden sun.

"GO, GO, GO!"

Sirius' laugh rings in the air like a song as we rush through the museum, going up the stairs and bouncing down on the vehicle that's barely working.

The speed is slow but not enough to worry us. My husband and I were most likely the most reckless people around here.

The people calmly enjoying their time gasped and shrieked, getting out of the way and huddling together. Sirius and mine hair blew behind us, our t-shirts clinging to our form.

I took out my wand and looked back at the police officers, "TARANTALLEGRA! OBSCURO!"

We round the streets and speed towards Cristo Rei. It's wild like every single one of our trips is. We make impulsive decisions that we never regret, we get in loads of trouble and then we leave notes saying sorry to the cops.

The Dolok Oan Beach is to the east of the huge Cristo Rei statue. Sirius and I take the scooter to the cliffs instead of the beach. It's a bad decision and we know it as soon as the scooter starts pushing out huge smoke puffs.

"I think it's out of fuel, love." Sirius looks back at me with a funny face.

"I think we gotta run," I tell him, turning around to find at least 15 cops behind us.

I don't think it would've been that big of a hike had we not been running for our lives but at the moment, it was the tallest hill I'd had to climb.

Sirius and I ran hand in hand, thinking of the various ways we could get away with making an illegal portkey when one of the cops grabbed my arm.

"SIRIUS!"

Sirius looked behind and immediately all of the laughter died off his face. His brows furrowed and his eyes darkened as he pointed his wand behind me.

I widened my eyes, "NO!" I yelled. "THEY'RE MUGGLES!"

We might get away with creating portkeys but not by breaking the International statute of secrecy.

And anyhow, I could protect myself. I back-kicked the police officer in the groin and he yelped loudly, groaning as he bent down with knocked knees.

Sirius immediately started guffawing as I grabbed his hand and took off running towards the edge. There was nowhere else to go.

It was starting to get really dark and it was cold. There were about a dozen cops behind us, ready to put us in jails where they would most likely nick our wands and leave us to rot. We were majestically fucked and my darling scooter was lying somewhere around in the bushes with its front panel out.

Sirius and I looked at each other and smiled. "Do you trust me?" I asked.

"With my life and death."

I smiled wider and offered him my hand. Without hesitating, he took it. And then, we jumped.

Life was sitting across from a beautiful man that is your husband and doing things as mundane as making a list of vegetables you need to eat this week. Looking at each other while you're tangled up in bed, not saying a word because you don't need to. Life was locking eyes with this man from the ends of a room and blushing because you're connected by heartstrings. Life was cooking together and gently kissing each other, telling them it's an honour to make food for them. Life was stealing things we could easily buy with Sirius Black. Life was impulsive decisions that you laugh about later.

Life was jumping off a cliff 50 meters down into a sea as dusk glistens in your eyes and rain kisses your forehead and the wind holds your hand. Life was looking into the eyes of the man you love as you fall. Life was reckless abandonment with Sirius Orion Black.