|| Sirius had always been told he was too much. It hardly bothered him anymore. It was the only insult people could come up with, after all. He was fit, smart, and otherwise perfectly well-adjusted to society. He was, in his own opinion, perfect. His mother disagreed. Now that Sirius thinks about it—and he can still do that, he assures himself. Nothing has changed, nothing apart from what that miserable hag has forced down his throat—his mother has never quite seemed to know what to do with him. Sirius knows that, if he could only muster up the energy to get out of bed, he could find a photo album filled with pictures from years ago. His mother had been working with a maternity brand at the time, and the company had been delighted to discover that she had a young son she could bring along for the photoshoots. She had loved taking him to work. And on some level, Sirius knows she had loved him, too. It doesn't matter anymore, Sirius thinks stubbornly. She doesn't like him when he's—what is he, exactly? Is he still the young man he believes himself to be, or is he nothing more than a problem for the system to fix now?—and even if his mother likes him better when he's on his medication, he'll make damn sure she knows he doesn't like her anymore. He's home. For the first time in months, after being admitted, he's finally home. And the first thing his stupid, miserable cunt of a mother does is pin him down and force his mouth open. Sirius doesn't think he cares about her anymore. He barely registers the knock on his bedroom door, let alone the sound of it opening. He feels numb, and he has little doubt that it's all because of that little white pill. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of Regulus approaching his bed. Sirius doesn't bother turning his head. It's his fault, too, alongside hers. He had to go and tell their mother about the fight Sirius had with Peter, the catalyst of it all. Regulus stops awkwardly beside the bed. If Sirius had the energy, he would have sent him away already. Regulus seems to realise this. "Dinner's ready," Regulus says softly, speaking as though Sirius might be asleep. Sirius turns his head a fraction and mumbles something barely intelligible. Regulus, however, seems to recognise it for the refusal it is. "Come on," Regulus sighs. "She's sorry, and if you'd just come down for dinner, she'd tell you herself. It's for your own good, you know. That's what the psychiatrist said." Sirius doesn't even bother answering this time. Regulus leaves shortly afterwards, making sure to mutter something about how stupid Sirius is before shutting the door behind him. Sirius doesn't care. He's got plans, anyway. He'd managed to take a look at the packaging of those little white pills sometime during his stay at the psychiatric hospital. He knows the effects will have worn off almost entirely by morning, and he's certain he'll be back to normal by the time he reaches his destination. James doesn't know he's coming yet, but Sirius is willing to bet his mother's entire career that he'll be happy to see him. _________________________________ Made for @noir BECAUSE SHE HAD THE BAR ON 5 NOV!!!!!! Everyone say how impressed you are. Tags: Hashtags: @mars 🐾 @percy ✶ @mi @Madde @Athena @ℛosier. @☽⭒awarewolf ⭒☾ @cassia @lily @rach 𓏲ּ𝄢 @mi 𑣲𝄞

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#siriusblack || Sirius had always been told he was too much. It hardly bothered him anymore. It was the only insult people could come up with, after all. He was fit, smart, and otherwise perfectly well-adjusted to society. He was, in his own opinion, perfect. His mother disagreed. Now that Sirius thinks about it—and he can still do that, he assures himself. Nothing has changed, nothing apart from what that miserable hag has forced down his throat—his mother has never quite seemed to know what to do with him. Sirius knows that, if he could only muster up the energy to get out of bed, he could find a photo album filled with pictures from years ago. His mother had been working with a maternity brand at the time, and the company had been delighted to discover that she had a young son she could bring along for the photoshoots. She had loved taking him to work. And on some level, Sirius knows she had loved him, too. It doesn't matter anymore, Sirius thinks stubbornly. She doesn't like him when he's—what is he, exactly? Is he still the young man he believes himself to be, or is he nothing more than a problem for the system to fix now?—and even if his mother likes him better when he's on his medication, he'll make damn sure she knows he doesn't like her anymore. He's home. For the first time in months, after being admitted, he's finally home. And the first thing his stupid, miserable cunt of a mother does is pin him down and force his mouth open. Sirius doesn't think he cares about her anymore. He barely registers the knock on his bedroom door, let alone the sound of it opening. He feels numb, and he has little doubt that it's all because of that little white pill. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of Regulus approaching his bed. Sirius doesn't bother turning his head. It's his fault, too, alongside hers. He had to go and tell their mother about the fight Sirius had with Peter, the catalyst of it all. Regulus stops awkwardly beside the bed. If Sirius had the energy, he would have sent him away already. Regulus seems to realise this. "Dinner's ready," Regulus says softly, speaking as though Sirius might be asleep. Sirius turns his head a fraction and mumbles something barely intelligible. Regulus, however, seems to recognise it for the refusal it is. "Come on," Regulus sighs. "She's sorry, and if you'd just come down for dinner, she'd tell you herself. It's for your own good, you know. That's what the psychiatrist said." Sirius doesn't even bother answering this time. Regulus leaves shortly afterwards, making sure to mutter something about how stupid Sirius is before shutting the door behind him. Sirius doesn't care. He's got plans, anyway. He'd managed to take a look at the packaging of those little white pills sometime during his stay at the psychiatric hospital. He knows the effects will have worn off almost entirely by morning, and he's certain he'll be back to normal by the time he reaches his destination. James doesn't know he's coming yet, but Sirius is willing to bet his mother's entire career that he'll be happy to see him. _________________________________ Made for @noir BECAUSE SHE HAD THE BAR ON 5 NOV!!!!!! Everyone say how impressed you are. Tags: #siriusblacksupremacy #walburgablack #thenobleandancienthouseofblack #marauders Hashtags: @mars 🐾 @percy ✶ @mi @Madde @Athena @ℛosier. @☽⭒awarewolf ⭒☾ @cassia @lily @rach 𓏲ּ𝄢 @mi 𑣲𝄞

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