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TwoThree short pieces of writing, because if I don't post them this piece of note book paper they scribbled on will soon be lost forever...

All three are really short, and all are PG (Maybe PG-13), and none are shippy.

The first is directly related to this piece of art and is...90% original.

She must have been a beautiful girl. She still had the beauty of something fragile and old. An old carousel that had been abandoned for year, it's colors fading and it's painting chipping away, still and quiet and empty in the absence of children. The gold in her hair has seeped away over time, leaving her too young face surrounded by white, wispy curls. Her skin looked fragile, translucent, the only color the webbing of veins gently pulsing under her skin. Her eyes seemed colorless, just reflecting the low, indistinguishable gray clouds above them. She was dressed in the same gray, high necked and long sleeved. Someone had no doubt picked the color to match her eyes, but in the cold fog, it served only to make her vanish, fade like the ghost of who she'd been. Her husband lead her along as neatly as if she'd worn a leash and collar. She no longer wander, not her feet, not her eyes, not her thoughts. She just followed, quiet, soft. He didn't even recognize her. She slipped from his mind as soon as he passed. It wasn't until he was home that the little tautness in the back of his mind slipped into place. That those gray eyes found their place in his memory. He thought it might break his heart.

And this is Sirius Black centric little bit of plot, brought about by listening to R.E.M.'s "Losing my Religion" too much.

Every whisper Of every waking hour I'm Choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool Oh no, I've said too much I set it up Consider this The hint of the century Consider this The slip that brought me To my knees failed What if all these fantasies Come flailing around Now I've said too much I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try But that was just a dream That was just a dream At first he tried to count the days. Each day was defined by it's number. he'd go through the day with it like a chant, something to cling to, for his sanity. The first time he lost count, he spent the day mentally scrambling, putting everything back together from his memories till he was absolutely certain he had the right amount of days. The second time he lost count her just started over, figuring he would figure it all out when (if) he got out. The third time he stopped counting. The days didn't matter. The idea of counting months came to him, but the moon was to painful for him to watch. At first he untangled his hair, kept his nails chewed to a decent level, did his best to stay as human as possible. Eventually that, too, faded. Time went by fast, and time stretched to eternity. He knew the form of every piece of dust in his cell, and he welcomed the days when rain or snow would blow violently in through the window. When the curls of fog came, and twisted into his friends, and held him, and he held it. Them. And he'd catch them out of the corner of his eyes. First just James, always next to him, behind him, but never there, no matter how fast he turned. Then it was both of them, and he prayed he was lossing his mind, because James was a ghost, but Remus, no, Remus couldn't be a ghost, because if he was then Sirius might as well curl up and stop breathing right now. They had to be hallucinations, he couldn't handle anything else, even if it meant James wasn't here with him, not really. He prayed he was insane. And soon enough his prayer were answered.

And while were on Sirius Black angst, I'll just leave this here:

It was funny. Of course it was funny. Because if he thought of it as anything but absolutely hilariously ironic, he'd lose his fucking mind. It was like the greatest practical joke. This whole thing was so fucking layered. So brilliant layered how smoothly Peter had played them. How long had he been planning it? How long had he been waiting? To turn Sirius against Remus, to convince them of switching the secret keeper. The devil spoke with common fucking sense.

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