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you search in every maiden's bed for something greater
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Tangled in a mess of twisted bedsheets, Olivia called out in a sleepy voice, "Sirius, where are you going?"
"I need to get a drink," Sirius merely answered, not bothering to glance at the girl. He had been restless all night ― plagued by the picture of Celeste Malfoy. Everytime he shut his eyes, he would see her again. Sometimes she was sitting beside him under the moonlight after curfew at the Astronomy Tower. Sometimes she was in a hidden lake with him, drenched, laughing, and kissing him senseless. Sometimes she was a glowing star, spinning in the arms of Evan Rosier. And sometimes, she was standing before him, at a loss for tears, before finally uttering the two words that had cursed him to this state.
Entering the kitchen, Sirius rummaged through his cupboards until he found a bottle of random liquor. Brandy, wine, or champagne, he couldn't exactly tell what it was after the bottle was finished.
It was several hours later that the front door flew open.
"Sirius, what the hell?" James Potter shouted, over the blaring music. "You were supposed to come over hours ago!"
Laughing madly, Sirius exclaimed, "Prongs! I know! Isn't this great?"
James stopped the record player.
"Hey! I was listening to that!" Sirius frowned.
"Why?"
Sirius shrugged, nearly tripping over a half empty bottle of wine that he had forgotten on the floor. The bottle tipped and burgundy spilled over the wooden floor. "It makes me not hear my thoughts."
James sighed. "Padfoot, why did you decide to get drunk at two in the afternoon?"
Sirius froze. "It's two already? I was supposed to come over at ten!"
"I know," James deadpanned. "That's why I'm here. I wanted to check on you. Y'know, to make sure you weren't murdered or something."
His face breaking out into a wild grin, Sirius threw an arm over James' shoulders. "I would never get murdered! That's not very classy. I'm a very classy and dignified person. Those kind of people just don't really get murdered! Like Celeste! She's the―"
James eyes widened. "What about Celeste?" he said gently.
Sirius' eyes glazed over. "She's the most classy and dignified person in the whole damn country. Probably even out of all the people who have ever lived and died. I hate about her. I wish she would stop it. I wish she would stop being proud and just look at my face." He frowned. "I wish she would scream and throw things at me. I wish I could hear her voice actually speaking to me."
James glanced warily down the hallway. "Is Olivia here?"
Sirius returned to his former delirious demeanor. "Who?"
