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starin' at the ceiling with you oh, you don't ever say too much and you don't really read into my melancholia
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Celeste stormed out the front door, ignoring Sirius' half-hearted calls of protest behind her. She was currently fed up of men and their insufferable opinions on her life. If Sirius were here to call her out, she would break — more fragile than a hairpin trigger.
Almost exactly a year ago, she had stood on Platform 9 ¾ for the very first time. She remembered the strangers who had gawked at her like a circus attraction. She remembered feeling embarrassed for the first time. When she had stood before the entire Order being mocked, the feeling hadn't been so different. Only this time, it was so much worse. It was angrier; humiliating.
"Celeste," Sirius said, with an irritated edge to his voice. "Just stop walking."
Holding her breath, she turned. The expression on his face was becoming a familiar and frequent sight. Celeste exhaled, understanding that they were about to fight. Again. "What?" she tried to say harshly. Her voice tumbled out more weakly than she anticipated.
Sirius didn't seem to notice. And if he had, he didn't care. "What's going on with you?" he demanded. "You can't just say those things to bloody Dumbledore."
She almost stopped breathing, eyes wide as she scoffed, "What? You're taking his side?"
"Well you weren't exactly being fair," he answered with an arrogant eye roll.
"What's that even supposed to mean?"
"You couldn't admit it was your fault!" Sirius burst out angrily. "You kept pushing and refusing and now look at what you did! It wasn't anyone's fault but yours. Do you realize how insane you looked? Accusing Dumbledore of all people!"
"Dumbledore," Celeste seethed. "Was ready to let all of us die that night! We're still kids, Sirius."
"That's our fucking job, Celeste," Sirius groaned. "That's what happens in every battle. We signed up for this. We should be grateful that he's back."
She clenched her hands, hardly believing her ears. "I don't want to fight with you right now."
"Oh," Sirius scoffed condescendingly. "You never do."
Celeste flinched. He spoke like her worst enemy, rather than the man she dreamed of marrying. She couldn't stand to look at him. "Why are you being like this? I thought we were finally okay."
