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[the_noble_black]

I'm not- surprised or anything.

[His voice is soft, yet angry.]

But you Gryffindors have to be the most useless of the lot. Can't even band together when there's an emergency. No, you've got to split up and die separate, like a bloody herd of sheep. 's good that there's one less of you, really.

[A long pause, and he slowly gets over himself.

And because he can't filter messages and generally sucks at everything that doesn't involve spellcraft...]

Vi- I found a better table than the one we're using. A couple candles too, for light. Want to meet me in a bit?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

He did! They all did- they're being idiots, and I'm just calling them out on it.

[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Are you twelve? Knock it off.

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

You don't know what happened.

[Grouching.]

[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

What happened?

[Curious.]

[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Long story.

[Sigh.]

I'll tell you when you get here.

[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Two minutes.

[The feed clicks off.]

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

[He'll just be in a house he'd been pillaging, kicking his feet idly as he sits on the table he'd been talking about before.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[She calls from the doorway, trying to spot him in the half-dark.]

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Violet.

[He smiles a bit, gently putting out his cigarette and tucking it away in the box.]

Over here.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Are you smoking? Can I steal?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Was.

[Rifling through, handing her a slightly crooked cigarette.]

Found them here, in one of the drawers.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Awesome, you're the best.

Got a light?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[Matches, but they'd do. He pulls out the box and strikes carefully, reaching over to light her cigarette, and then, after a moment of thought, relighting his own.]

C'mon, sit.

[Patting at the table next to him.]

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

[She settles down next to him.]

Why were you freaking, earlier?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, morosely.]

Sirius died during the event, and none of his new family were there. Fucking hypocrites.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Dicks.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Pretty much.

[Exhaling a plume of smoke.]

Anyway, I was there, but of course, he still hates me. Probably would have been better if he'd just died alone. Maybe then he'd know what it feels like.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

You really can't tell him about that?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[He sighs.]

If the Dark Lord found out about my death, he'd know that he'd been weakened, and he'd take steps against it. It's imperative that he never finds out. That guy can read minds, it's bad enough that I'm here.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

Then don't tell him the details. But how does he think you died?

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

He probably thinks I'm a coward. Nobody will find my body- everyone will just think I disappeared. The Dark Lord is good at making people disappear- everyone will just assume that I panicked and was subsequently 'dealt with', if you catch my drift. But that's fine.

[He shrugs.]

I don't care if I'm branded a coward, just as long as it works.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

What if I care? Surely you can tell him more than this. That you died for a cause. His cause.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

You think that's going to make anything better? Or that he'll even believe me?

[Sulksulksulk.]

Sirius and I spend the last nine years of our lives at each other's throats. I mean, why do you think I didn't go to him before I died? He'd have laughed at me out of London- but not before he got off a few good hexes.

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[effyourcupcake.livejournal.com]

He's your brother.

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[the-noble-black.livejournal.com]

He was disowned.

[So technically, not anymore.]