Yviernes, julio 18, 2003
al final mi mama se sintio culpable y me dejó ir...pero se canceló porque la mamá de mi amiga estaba enferma, pero mesiento mucho mejor ^^.
Hoy fui a ver Simbad con mis primos chicos, se aburrieron bastante, pero a mi me pareció genial, y no sé porque Simbad se me hizo parecido a Sirius Black y Remus Lupin a Protos :P
El otro día estuve leyendo unos fic de Sirius y Remus de la página "
Azkaban's Lair" y saqué este estracto que me pareció genial. ^________^ el fic se llama "Go Back to being Friends"
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Peter was blowing on his hands to warm them as he waited below. “Are you and Remus fighting or something?” he asked as Sirius stepped off the ladder. “I’ve never seen him bite you so much before.”
“He didn’t bite me,” Sirius growled angrily.
Peter raised his eyebrows in a look that clearly said, “That’s not what I saw.” Then he shrugged. “Whatever you say. I’m just glad it wasn’t me. Can one of you stay until he wakes up?”
“I can,” James and Sirius said simultaneously.
“Good. I only took off half a day from work, and I’d love to go home for a few hours of sleep before work this afternoon.”
“See you later, Peter,” James said as Peter gave them both a wave and disapparated.
Sirius stalked to the corner farthest from Remus, sank down onto a hay bale, and leaned back against another. He watched James transfigure a loose pile of hay into a pair of pale yellow blankets. James dropped one on Sirius’s lap as he found his own comfortable spot beside his friend.
“You should go home and sleep yourself,” Sirius said. “In case you’ve forgotten, tomorrow is St. Valentine’s Day, and I have a feeling that Lily will be very insulted if you fall asleep during your date.”
James merely adjusted his own blanket, settling in. “I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t need to chaperone us, you know,” Sirius said in annoyance. “I’m an idiot, but I’m not a heel.”
“I know.”
They sat in silence for several minutes. Sirius examined the blanket rather than speak to James. “Light in weight, but insulates well—just like straw. Fibers every which way—like the straw. Still slightly scratchy. O.K., not scratchy, but not soft either.” He sniffed the edge. “Still smells like hay.” “McGonagall would only give partial marks for this blanket, Jamie.”
“You want a better one, do it yourself.”
He looked up at James and smiled. “No, I like it. Thanks.” Both knew that Sirius was thanking James for more than just the blanket.
“Anytime, Padfoot.” James smiled back. “Do you need any cuts or scrapes healed? Lies to Peter aside, Moony did bite you quite often last night.”
“He wasn’t biting me!” Sirius insisted. He kept his voice low so he wouldn’t wake Remus. “He just nipped at my fur.”
“And the difference is?”
“He wasn’t trying to hurt me; he was just—herding me, directing me where to go. Anyway, he stopped as soon as I got the message.”
“Which was?”
“Stay close.” Sirius looked guiltily at the wall where he and Remus had spoken the evening before. “He got really worried when we were late last night. He thought we weren’t coming; he thought I wasn’t coming. That’s why he didn’t want me out of sight last night.”
James nodded in understanding and then closed his eyes. “He’s terrified he’ll lose you as a friend. I guess it’s only natural we’d see it in both personas.” He yawned and seemed ready to fall asleep. Then he opened one eye, reminding Sirius of his owl trying to decide if a disturbance was worth waking fully. “You said he stopped biting you—excuse me—nipping you once you started staying close?”
“Yeah.”
James opened his other eye as well. “But I saw him bite your face a couple of times this morning.”
Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “That’s just a dominance thing.”
“Dominance?” James asked with slightly amused look.
“The alpha wolf holds—never mind. It’s the wolf way of saying, ‘You’re mine.’ He always does it, usually just after he changes. He just did it more than usual last night. You really should read that book on wolf behavior, James.”
James stared at Sirius during this explanation, eyes blinking behind his glasses. “An owl, definitely,” Sirius thought.
“It means, ‘You’re mine,’ he does it every month, and you needed me to tell you that he’s in love with you?” James’s tone was incredulous, and Sirius found it very irritating.
“It doesn’t mean, ‘You’re mine,’ that way. It means that I’m part of his pack.” Sirius shifted uncomfortably, guiltily, on the hay. “I know I’ve been a complete idiot in figuring out what the human Remus is feeling, but give me credit for understanding the wolf. Once a month, Moony doesn’t hide his feelings.”
Sirius closed his eyes and tried to relax enough to rest. He knew that James had magically locked the barn door, so should the farmer come to fetch some hay, they would have plenty of time to hide in the hay loft or wake Remus and apparate away. After a few moments, James spoke again.
“Dominance, huh?”
“Yes,” Sirius said slowly.
“And Moony’s the alpha. You’ve told me that before.”
“Your point, James?” Sirius asked, although he suspected where the conversation was leading.
James began to chuckle. “Can I draw any conclusions about your sex life from this?”
“A, former sex life, and B, you said that you didn’t want details.”
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Lo unico que estoy en desacuerdo fue en que Remus es the alpha wolf, prefiero que se vayan turnando, si saben a lo que me refiero ^^;
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