[Restless, anxious, his eyes jump over Kavinsky's face. Smooth planes and angles and contours. Easy and alien both.
Of course there was no school. What little discipline Sirius had was mostly learnt by necessity, grim wartime adherence to procedure, but they were never an army. Hogwarts did not shave much of his edges or teach him to listen. But there was order, there were rules that went deeper than Filch's rules, important things--and if he thinks of Peter again it's a thought tinted dark with violence, traitor, twisting up like a thorn in a mire.
Even his most illegal magic seems sensible and tame compared to the thrill of this untamed shit, dreams, eddying water out of which anything can be plucked. Sheer assured confidence that borders on the obscene. Sirius is looking very hard in Kavinsky's eyes now. He realises; he does not look away.]
When you came here, you were dreaming.
[No dementor thing beside a lake. No dark night. He's already getting better at this: the question will stir the shallows that make up Kavinsky.]
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Of course there was no school. What little discipline Sirius had was mostly learnt by necessity, grim wartime adherence to procedure, but they were never an army. Hogwarts did not shave much of his edges or teach him to listen. But there was order, there were rules that went deeper than Filch's rules, important things--and if he thinks of Peter again it's a thought tinted dark with violence, traitor, twisting up like a thorn in a mire.
Even his most illegal magic seems sensible and tame compared to the thrill of this untamed shit, dreams, eddying water out of which anything can be plucked. Sheer assured confidence that borders on the obscene. Sirius is looking very hard in Kavinsky's eyes now. He realises; he does not look away.]
When you came here, you were dreaming.
[No dementor thing beside a lake. No dark night. He's already getting better at this: the question will stir the shallows that make up Kavinsky.]