dont pretend like i wouldnt help you with this youre far more clever than that no matter what youve done you still dont deserve your friends hunting you down and trying to kill you
Boys make no sense at all. Grigori would have let me die and he's my twin.
Really if you want to do something you could just walk me over to the music room. I plan on spending the next week playing something impossibly challenging.
[He doesn't text back, and he doesn't try to get out of it with protests, because the chances of this being him getting called up on the carpet for some easy little infraction--just a bit too many spraypaint cocks on level 51, Mr Black--are pretty slim.
Snape, and the mural. He said he'd take responsibility.
So, fine. SEC offices, 19:00. Sirius strolls in, on time, for once. Stubs out his cigarette against the doorframe as he enters, and looks around for Tyke.]
[There are things she notices. Things like the lack of certain people at the Jump, and she keeps a log in her impossibly big brain about them - people who disappear, people who are important to other people who disappear, people who-
Well.
The point is.
She knows Edgeworth is gone. She knows, too, that either Sirius a: knows, and will be angry about it because he has the emotional competence of a toddler, or b: doesn't know, in which case she'll let him know and probably get kicked out for her trouble, because of the aforementioned emotional competence of a toddler.
But Seraphim will take the risk either way. She has a basket with all he space chocolate and space liquor she could wrangle up on short notice, which is apparently a lot, especially considering she's been stashing the chocolate away for months inside on of her pillowcases.
She knocks on his door, quiet once, then a little bit more loudly, the second time.]
[At the second knock, the door opens suddenly, nearly right out from under Sera's hand. And if it's not obvious from that violent style, it should only take a glance to work out whether or not Sirius knows about Edgeworth's departure. He knows. His eyes are a little red, and definitely furious. He's got one arm braced against the doorway, stopping her from ducking in, or even really looking into the room. And he already smells a little of alcohol, something of the awful space variety.
[Awwww, Hermione! All is appreciated: cookies are eaten almost instantly, dog is placed in place of honour.
And Hermione, for her part, will find that her door is suddenly a surface where flowers want to grow. For a week, but it's a beautiful lovely-smelling week! And also there's a blank book with a very soft cover, dark red and velvety. The pages are red as well, though they tend closer to a rose colour. Maybe it was once a bit of a dress, but now it's paper just waiting to be written in. There's no note or card, but the front page has a big pawprint stamped out in black ink, so no guesses as to whom it's from.]
i have a slight problem and everyone's kind of busy with their own shit and you're sort of the only person i really told about the issue so there's that and i know it's nothing to do with you but if you have like a spare five minutes i could really really use some help on floor eleven.
[Floors are easy. It really is half a minute and--somewhere on floor eleven, mid-corridor, there's a loud CRACK, and Sirius appears, wand already in hand. The sound ought to be enough to get attention, but just in case--]
ok ive been thinking more on this list of urs i guess i kno what a troll is like 1 of those things u find under a bridge?? erumpet just looks like trumpet spelled wrong?? a hippowhat and a what punk? the fuck is a hinky? same for the bow thing and the levi fold thing bicorn?? unicorn with 2 horns? unless its like 2 pieces of corn or sth?? oh man that made me hungry uhhh i give up w/ the chimera thing adn the grindy low thing so pls explain
HEY you need to be in the gardens like ten minutes ago
gonna need you to get me the hell out of here soon bc once i walk right up to that freaking homicidal skank and BREAK HER STUPID NOSE she's prob gonna kick my ass in a big way
i mean you've got like 5 mins at least, i have to wait for her to stop dancing with kennex first yep you read right
wait is it kosher to break someone's nose in the middle of a dance?? like is that an option, i've never done this before
[There is, on the floor of Sirius' room, a box. It's made of paper but it clearly had a lid, and inside is a rock, a twig, and a riddle; unlinked words that make no real sense. There is also a time (so this challenge is to be done in an hour) and a signature that is all numbers.
If he unfolds the origami box, there is a map, but it's oddly topographical, which is where the rock and the twig come in handy. There are numbers on the map, too, which may correspond to the words in the riddle.
It is the most elusive invitation to come find her she's written. The map leads to a place high up in the Gardens.]
[Sirius might profess to laziness. He might even embody it from time to time. But when the chips are down, he generally rises to the occasion, as long as the occasion is something he's interested in.
And it just so happens that maps and riddles are two things that he is very interested in. So here he is, in the gardens, trekking around with the map in front of him, rock and twig stored safely in his pocket. It's not yet been an hour. He's better at this than someone might initially think. Even if he's not located her yet, he will.
And he knows the identity of that her, thanks. The writer of the numbers. Who else could it be?]
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