Pairing: BuckbeakSirius (platonic)

Prompt: 243. Juggle

Word count: 235


Juggle

"Okay, okay!" Sirius said as he transformed from the dog into himself. He entered the cave he now called home, trying to juggle the few pieces of fruit he had managed to take without being seen and Buckbeak.

The hippogriff was bounding around the small area, the scent of food too much excitement for him to contain.

"Alright, you can have some," Sirius said with an affectionate chuckle as he tossed the creature a rotting apple. Buckbeak devoured it in two seconds.

Sirius – who had become fond of the hippogriff – watched as he now nudged forward for the other apple he had been planning to keep for himself. But with a heavy sigh, he tossed that to Buckbeak as well.

Harry, Ron and Hermione would arrive soon with whatever they could sneak from the castle anyway.

"You know," Sirius mused after Buckbeak had devoured that apple too, "you're a challenging one. You're hard to juggle sometimes with your temper love for food."

Buckbeak made a noise which resembled a grunt. He then nudged Sirius.

"Sorry," Sirius said, "no more." He held his hands apart to show the creature he had nothing.

Buckbeak nipped him affectionately, and then wandered off deeper into the cave where he curled up and fell asleep.

Sirius sighed again. So, he thought, this is our life now. He, too, curled up as black dog and fell asleep with a growling stomach.


This chapter was requested by disillusionist9.