So... I'm dealing with insomnia, and I thought that I'd do a drabble to unwind. This will probably end up being a collection, though probably not in order. Reviews are lovely; they make my day. The characters belong to JK Rowling; I'm just playing dress up.
May 3rd, 1980
They are playing cards. Dorcas is dealing; Sirius is talking about "hard decisions." She smirks. "Gideon or Fabian?"
"What?"
"You can only save one."
"What?"
"It's a 'hard decision.' So, Sirius... Gideon or Fabian?"
"Gideon?"
"Gideon or Emme?"
"Emme, I guess."
"Sexist pig."
"Chivalrous Lion."
"Peter or Emme?"
"Peter."
"Peter or Remus?"
"Remus. But- don't tell Peter."
"Remus or James?"
"James."
"Remus or Lily?"
"Lily. James would kill me otherwise."
"Peter or me?"
"You."
"Remus or me?"
"You."
"Lily or me?"
"You."
"James or me?"
He stops playing. "Dorcas, why-"
"Sirius."
"You." He sighs. "It'd be you."