Shacks and Code Books
Dec. 10th, 2003 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kascheI hate mail servers that eat my mails right after I've finished them, and right before I send them. They always seem to have an awful good timing, for this kind of things.
And finally! Today I expounded my relation over "Translation Code Books; Affine Code Books". I'm feeling remarkably better.
That said, here I am, bothering you with what can not even be called a "ficlet". And it's not even slash. (No, daddy, this is not what I was telling you about yesterday. =P)
(Whenever I try to study, five minutes later I find myself doing these things. I've no problems with thinking it's funny, but I doubt the professors would agree. Maybe.)
*
It had been this way ever since.
"Remus?"
The other boy merely raises his gaze, looking at Sirius. Who is fidgeting.
"Er.. do you have yesterday Arithmancy's notes?"
Wordlessly, Remus hands him a scroll of parchment taken from his bag. Sirius feels his body growing cold. He opens his mouth, closes it, tries again.
"..thank you."
Remus waves a hand in a dismissive gesture, as if it's nothing. And it is nothing, or such it would have been just- just a month ago. No. Not even a month. Three weeks. Sirius feels like banging his head on the table, but prefers to sit down instead.
He lets his eyes wander over the familiar handwriting, for what feels like an endless time. When the words starts to grow familiar, he realizes he's been reading the same line all along. Who said silence helps concentration? It only begs you to pay attention to the surroundings. And he can make out the sound of someone turning pages, over that corner of the library, but not a word from the boy seated across from him. Sirius stales a glance at said boy. Remus is reading a book, head propped on his right hand, eyes roaming over the pages. So normal. So bloody normal. As if nothing happened. Shouldn't this be what he was hoping for? It should. Save for the chill in the back of Remus'eyes, despite his perfectly polite manners, chill that warns him to keep himself at safety distance. Save for the strained silence, where once was meaningless and endless chattering.
A fight would have been better. Physical or verbal, it wasn't important, as long as it allowed them to throw out all that was still unsaid. But this- Sirius hates silence with a passion. It leaves no room to him. It makes him feel impotent, hopeless, useless- angry. Angry at Remus, angry at himself.
He has to get away, and soon, lest saying something he knows he would regret later on. Sirius stands and slams the parchment on the table, but it makes no noise, so he leaves the room even more unsatisfied.
*
Hm. I don't like it.
And finally! Today I expounded my relation over "Translation Code Books; Affine Code Books". I'm feeling remarkably better.
That said, here I am, bothering you with what can not even be called a "ficlet". And it's not even slash. (No, daddy, this is not what I was telling you about yesterday. =P)
(Whenever I try to study, five minutes later I find myself doing these things. I've no problems with thinking it's funny, but I doubt the professors would agree. Maybe.)
*
It had been this way ever since.
"Remus?"
The other boy merely raises his gaze, looking at Sirius. Who is fidgeting.
"Er.. do you have yesterday Arithmancy's notes?"
Wordlessly, Remus hands him a scroll of parchment taken from his bag. Sirius feels his body growing cold. He opens his mouth, closes it, tries again.
"..thank you."
Remus waves a hand in a dismissive gesture, as if it's nothing. And it is nothing, or such it would have been just- just a month ago. No. Not even a month. Three weeks. Sirius feels like banging his head on the table, but prefers to sit down instead.
He lets his eyes wander over the familiar handwriting, for what feels like an endless time. When the words starts to grow familiar, he realizes he's been reading the same line all along. Who said silence helps concentration? It only begs you to pay attention to the surroundings. And he can make out the sound of someone turning pages, over that corner of the library, but not a word from the boy seated across from him. Sirius stales a glance at said boy. Remus is reading a book, head propped on his right hand, eyes roaming over the pages. So normal. So bloody normal. As if nothing happened. Shouldn't this be what he was hoping for? It should. Save for the chill in the back of Remus'eyes, despite his perfectly polite manners, chill that warns him to keep himself at safety distance. Save for the strained silence, where once was meaningless and endless chattering.
A fight would have been better. Physical or verbal, it wasn't important, as long as it allowed them to throw out all that was still unsaid. But this- Sirius hates silence with a passion. It leaves no room to him. It makes him feel impotent, hopeless, useless- angry. Angry at Remus, angry at himself.
He has to get away, and soon, lest saying something he knows he would regret later on. Sirius stands and slams the parchment on the table, but it makes no noise, so he leaves the room even more unsatisfied.
*
Hm. I don't like it.
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on 2003-12-10 07:16 pm (UTC)I liked yuor ficlet, anyway... I like the idea of Remus being very angry at Sirius, and I still have to find a good fic with an actual fight and a good explanation of HOW Sirius and Remus made up... People seem to think nothing ever happened to their relationship after the Shack incident, but I really think Sirius paid his prank dearly... Please, write a sequel ** I want to know how you think Sirius can make it up to Remus! Talking, preferably ^^; Sex later :P
And don't forget to praise your daddy while you're at it :P
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on 2003-12-11 09:38 am (UTC)I want to know how you think Sirius can make it up to Remus!
Hm. Honestly? I'd like to know it, too. ^^;;