video;

[alwaysimpure]

[He needed about five hours to figure out how to work this thing at all. So many buttons, no scroll or quill, damn it, those parrots were much easier to use. For someone whose primary form of long-distance communication has been owls so far, at least.

Sirius meant to write or, at the most, speak, but now he's turned on video and he's already thinking it's nothing short of a miracle he's managed that. Not the first time he's questioning the Hogwarts education system. He didn't even know muggles had such technology! (Granted, they hadn't, actually, back from the time period he came from.)]

Hello.

[After the pirate thing and a few days in this weird place, the obvious prison signs are starting to vanish. His skin has some color, his voice doesn't sound as...unused anymore and he's almost used to interacting with people again. Just when the night starts and when the nightmares come, then it's all back in Azkaban, without hope, without anything but regret and the thought of revenge.]

I'm Sirius Black. Not sure what to make of people telling me I'm fictional. To me, this place doesn't feel real.

Anyone know a good spot to get a drink around here?

Comments

[ofone]

Oh, um. Not really. No. You're just-- Wow. I am seriously reconsidering this fictional thing now.

[alwaysimpure]

You should see me in person, you'll think you're dreaming.

[Since the quirky girl isn't making sense, he might as well stop asking questions and do harmless flirting instead. Feels a bit hollow, but it works well enough still.]

[ofone]

I probably already am.

Oh gosh, I'm sorry-- I'm Nico. You were my favorite.

[alwaysimpure]

I'm sure you'd be my favourite, too, if I had any clue who you are.

...so, fictional, huh?

[He' not a brilliant wizard for nothing! Connecting the dots here.]

That's how you know me.

[ofone]

[ She laughs, a little sheepishly. ] Yeah-- sorry! I'm not freaking you out or anything, am I?

[alwaysimpure]

Haven't decided yet. [Chuckling himself now.] What do you know about me?

[ofone]

Uh, well, you're Harry's Godfather, and you and Remus are really good friends. Everyone thinks you killed the Potters, but you didn't, it was Peter. And you can change into a dog? [ She's not going to tell him about dying. ]

[alwaysimpure]

[Alright. That's a bit much to take in all at once.]

...don't think Remus considers me his friend right now. This...

[Focus.]

You know it wasn't me?

[ofone]

Well, yeah! The third book was all about exonerating you.

[alwaysimpure]

The third book?!

[Hurting his ego here.]

[ofone]

[ She flails her hands a little. ] You weren't in the first two! It's called Harry Potter!

[alwaysimpure]

Harry, huh?

[Well, he won't begrudge his godson that. He kind of got his parents killed, he owes him.]

And I'm your favourite? Why's that?

[ofone]

..You didn't really let anyone tell you what to do. Your parents-- they were dark. And they wanted you to be that way, too, but you fought against that. [ She's blushing a little, and she shrugs a shoulder lightly. ] I can kinda relate to that, I guess.

[alwaysimpure]

[Some days you get your life story narrated to you by a complete stranger and it makes you sound a lot more heroic than you feel. Today was just one of these days...]

I'm still plenty dark, love. But if you're standing up for yourself, more power to you.

[ofone]

I'm trying. Not really doing so hot.

[alwaysimpure]

Perhaps you need a drink, too?

[ofone]

Probably not a bad idea.

[alwaysimpure]

I'm headed for the bar as soon as I find out where it is. Maybe I see you there?

[ofone]

Um. Sure! Yeah, I'll meet you there.

[alwaysimpure]

Brilliant.