It had been a while...a long time, actually. I've had some circumstances that have kept me away from the keyboard, but I hope to have them resolved very soon. For now though, enjoy the Snirius Snack. Hope it fills you up with the feels!
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IV.
Thunder. A signal that the world is coming to an end. An epic demonstration of the Gods mighty power as he bares punishment across the world, striking down those who are unworthy. The devil.
Or at least that is what Sirius Black called it. When thunder strikes, Sirius Black retreats. When thunder strikes, the sauntering, swaggering Sirius Black tucks his tail between both legs and scurries for cover beneath the nearest duvet.
It was no surprise then, that on this particular stormy night in November, when thunder struck the wrought iron gates of Grimmauld Place, that Sirius Black found himself perched on the couch with the fluffiest duvet he could find for security.
He had been cowering on the couch for 20 minutes, squinting through a crack in the curtain to see how far away the lightening was. He was no coward, by any means he was far more valiant than most people. But, as he liked to tell people, heroes are not flawless, and this particular hero had an irrational phobia of thunder and lightening.
Another loud rumble and a crack of lightening lit up the room around him, and he yelped, pulling the duvet over his head.
"You look... snug," Severus smirked from the doorway.
Sirius jerked, twisting his body inside of the duvet to face the other man, who cradled a mug of steaming tea. He fashioned himself a hood, pulling the duvet tightly across his neck and chest, so that just the tip of his nose and eyes were visible.
"This isn't a laughing matter, Snape!" he snapped, scowling up at Severus, who leaned smugly against the door frame.
"Well it certainly isn't life or death," Severus said, rolling his eyes at the duvet. "Which you should be thankful for, because that blanket isn't going to protect you from thunder and lighting."
Sirius' dark eyes glowered at him from behind the duvet. "I don't see you taking any... precautions!" he spat, knowing his search for an appropriate word had failed.
Severus chuckled, taking another sip before placing the mug down. He crossed through the room and took a seat next to Sirius. "What do you suggest I do then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the half hidden face. Sirius shrugged. "I can't exactly Avada Kedavara Mother Nature, you know?"
"You could try," Sirius suggested, pulling the blanket away from his mouth to breath properly.
"And have Ministry Officials swarm all over the steet in search of me?"
"Aren't I worth that kind of risk?"
"You are," he smiled, lacing his arm around the back of the couch to allow Sirius lean into his shoulder. "But, I don't think we can risk your reputation if they saw you like this."
"Like what?" Sirius scoffed, his face etched with pretend offence.
"You look like a giant slug," he grinned, leaning in to to kiss the complaint from Sirius' lips before the man had time to object.
A rumble of thunder rolled over the old house, shaking its foundations and sending an eerie breeze down the chimney. But Sirius took no notice, instead, he captured Severus' lips once more, almost asking the man if he wanted to take his slug to bed. Thunder and lightening wasn't that bad, he decided.