INSTANT KARMA! wolfstar

"Well, we should dance then?" James grinned.

Sirius hesitated. "I'm not good at it."

"Who cares?"

For a question so trivial, it had a force so strong, Sirius almost faltered. Who cared? Someone could see them... Doing what, exactly? Dancing? Listening to Muggle music? Being careless was the answer. Behaving like an animal, like a madman, like a child. Not like a Black. He stared at the moving needle till the chorus. James was right. Who cared?

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Memories of Sirius Black are not static. They are wild, living creatures, growing in his lungs, suffocating him. Some are more distinct than others. Some are not worth sharing. But he is made of them; of sharp fragments, spider nets, and marble, inevitably.