Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To anyone who wants the god damned thing.
Day Fourteen
Sometimes I watch Sirius. As in a calm observation of how he holds himself, talks, walks, breathes. It helps me to figure out when I can say things to him, when I can't.
When he gets one of those letters from the big black owl, he always shrugs it off. But his posture changes. He sits up straighter, looks more regal. It annoys me more than most else, because it means he won't tell me what's wrong until later when I'm half asleep. I really won't ever understand him. But then, can any human being fully understand another?
I sometimes ponder on the term best friend I occasionally use whilst talking about him. It's so loose, but does it mean anything? I know that I always think the world of Sirius when he says stuff like 'You're one of the greatest guys I know Moony.' But then he always ruins it, it all goes sour. It all falls apart. Why?
I can't think of anything nice to do for him, something that'll make him genuinely happy or grateful I'm his friend. So all I do today is throw a bit of confetti over him when he wakes up. I say 'Happy Fourteenth' as it's rather obligatory. He shoots me a weird look - another one I can't fathom - then grins throws some confetti at me.