A/N: The usual applies. Enjoy!! If you've read Before They Were Legends
(which I"m in the process of rewriting), this fight will look familiar.
It was about a month later when Sirius moved into the flat. The three of us settled into a nice routine.
Lyria would get up first, start coffee or tea, and get in the shower. By the time she was done, Sirius would have staggered out of bed and had a few cups of daily caffeine. They'd have breakfast, then he'd shower while she cleaned up, and they'd both leave for work. Then *I* got the flat to myself for the day. Sirius came home around 4:30 and started dinner, which was usually done around the time Lyria got home at five. Then they'd go out or someone would come over. Sometimes on weekends they wouldn't eat at home, but they'd go out and eat instead. Sundays, I could usually manage to get a plate of fish leftovers from Sirius, who grew rather fond of me. Anyway, after people left or they came home, they'd go off to bed. Somehow they never seemed to care that they shared the rather small one-bedroom flat; I guess it was enough room as far as they were concerned.
Then one night, they went out, Lyria came home with a rather large ring on her left hand.
Uh-oh. I knew what *that* meant. That meant that someday soon there'd be a wedding, and lots of people around the house, and maybe even stinky babies around. Maybe moving again, and children who pulled tails and sat down without paying attention.
The routine stayed pretty constant after that, until one night they had a regular row. I remember it pretty well, because it was her birthday...
"I don't believe you!" Lyria snapped. "He's your best friend, and you're passing off the most important thing he's ever asked of you to someone else!"
Things had seemed normal at first. It took me a few minutes to figure out they were talking about that James man who came over a lot with Lyria's friend Lily. He always smelled like deer, but I could never figure out why.
"I'm trying to protect them!" Sirius bellowed. "No one's going to think they'd use someone else!" He tried to calm down, but with little success. "Lyria, I don't know if I trust myself with..."
"So you don't trust yourself? Then how the hell am I supposed to trust you?!?"
"How is this about me now?" He demanded. "And if you agreed to marry me when you don't know you can trust me, you're the stupidest person I've ever met!"
"THEN WHY DID YOU ASK ME TO MARRY YOU? Huh?!? Any reason you moved in here, or were you just after me for sex? Or information? Someone's been passing it on to the Death Eaters!!"
"AFTER YOU FOR... ARE YOU ACCUSING ME?!?" That was it. He'd take almost anything from Lyria, but her accusations of betrayal he would not stand for.
"EVERYONE ELSE SEEMS TO BE!" She barked. "And you aren't denying it."
"I'M NOT DENYING IT?!? I shouldn't have to, we're engaged!! Ever since your damned Auror training, everyone's a traitor, aren't they??" He snapped.
Lyria's eyes narrowed. "Maybe you should take your little motorbike and fly it the hell out of my life." You tell him, Lyria! Don't let him come in here and yell at you like that, it was your flat first! I rubbed against her ankles supportively.
"Sounds like the best idea you've had all night," He replied, slamming the door behind him.
Oh no, that was a problem. I guess they finally figured out that they needed some more space or something. Well, we'd been okay before he showed up, we'd be okay now. I continued to rub against her ankles, but something wet fell on to my fur.
Lyria was crying.
It was about a month later when Sirius moved into the flat. The three of us settled into a nice routine.
Lyria would get up first, start coffee or tea, and get in the shower. By the time she was done, Sirius would have staggered out of bed and had a few cups of daily caffeine. They'd have breakfast, then he'd shower while she cleaned up, and they'd both leave for work. Then *I* got the flat to myself for the day. Sirius came home around 4:30 and started dinner, which was usually done around the time Lyria got home at five. Then they'd go out or someone would come over. Sometimes on weekends they wouldn't eat at home, but they'd go out and eat instead. Sundays, I could usually manage to get a plate of fish leftovers from Sirius, who grew rather fond of me. Anyway, after people left or they came home, they'd go off to bed. Somehow they never seemed to care that they shared the rather small one-bedroom flat; I guess it was enough room as far as they were concerned.
Then one night, they went out, Lyria came home with a rather large ring on her left hand.
Uh-oh. I knew what *that* meant. That meant that someday soon there'd be a wedding, and lots of people around the house, and maybe even stinky babies around. Maybe moving again, and children who pulled tails and sat down without paying attention.
The routine stayed pretty constant after that, until one night they had a regular row. I remember it pretty well, because it was her birthday...
"I don't believe you!" Lyria snapped. "He's your best friend, and you're passing off the most important thing he's ever asked of you to someone else!"
Things had seemed normal at first. It took me a few minutes to figure out they were talking about that James man who came over a lot with Lyria's friend Lily. He always smelled like deer, but I could never figure out why.
"I'm trying to protect them!" Sirius bellowed. "No one's going to think they'd use someone else!" He tried to calm down, but with little success. "Lyria, I don't know if I trust myself with..."
"So you don't trust yourself? Then how the hell am I supposed to trust you?!?"
"How is this about me now?" He demanded. "And if you agreed to marry me when you don't know you can trust me, you're the stupidest person I've ever met!"
"THEN WHY DID YOU ASK ME TO MARRY YOU? Huh?!? Any reason you moved in here, or were you just after me for sex? Or information? Someone's been passing it on to the Death Eaters!!"
"AFTER YOU FOR... ARE YOU ACCUSING ME?!?" That was it. He'd take almost anything from Lyria, but her accusations of betrayal he would not stand for.
"EVERYONE ELSE SEEMS TO BE!" She barked. "And you aren't denying it."
"I'M NOT DENYING IT?!? I shouldn't have to, we're engaged!! Ever since your damned Auror training, everyone's a traitor, aren't they??" He snapped.
Lyria's eyes narrowed. "Maybe you should take your little motorbike and fly it the hell out of my life." You tell him, Lyria! Don't let him come in here and yell at you like that, it was your flat first! I rubbed against her ankles supportively.
"Sounds like the best idea you've had all night," He replied, slamming the door behind him.
Oh no, that was a problem. I guess they finally figured out that they needed some more space or something. Well, we'd been okay before he showed up, we'd be okay now. I continued to rub against her ankles, but something wet fell on to my fur.
Lyria was crying.