[The diversion of Remus' attention does not last long or happen easily thanks to the furious battery of image and impression and thought on Sirius' part. But it doesn't occur to him to qualify what it is that he feels, that standing away. Too frantic for supposition until Mara is stood over him.
The cavalcade of thought wavers, confused. The deadlock of Remus' spell has rendered Sirius immobile except for his eyes, which dart back and forth between the two of them, wide and hunted.
And there is a distinct lack of stillness in the way his thoughts ramp back up again, a quick assumption of that same frantic pitch, more frantic than suspicious. It occurs to him now that Remus has called her for help, and Sirius snaps his gaze back onto Remus instead. The raw force of his concentration is too furious to be any sort of calculated attack.]
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The cavalcade of thought wavers, confused. The deadlock of Remus' spell has rendered Sirius immobile except for his eyes, which dart back and forth between the two of them, wide and hunted.
And there is a distinct lack of stillness in the way his thoughts ramp back up again, a quick assumption of that same frantic pitch, more frantic than suspicious. It occurs to him now that Remus has called her for help, and Sirius snaps his gaze back onto Remus instead. The raw force of his concentration is too furious to be any sort of calculated attack.]