written for the may event at Hogwarts.
Sirius sits. He's been sitting here for a long time now, he thinks. Time passes oddly here. He sits and he sometimes thinks, but not too often because thinking is frowned upon here.
Sirius sits, and beside him is a lantern. Its not a good latern; it doesn't provide much light, but it's been with him a while and it's his companion.
Sirius sits with his lantern and watches The Other World. He thinks that he used to belong there once, but not anymore.
Now, he just sits with his lantern, with everyone else and their lanterns, whispering:
Come in.