uncertainwallflower

Follow-up post: it is also available on AO3 for anyone who prefers that :)
          	https://archiveofourown.org/works/43788816/chapters/110112804

uncertainwallflower

Sirius scrunched his eyebrows together in an attempt to block out the light streaming through the gap in the curtains. It was no use. He groaned and sat up roughly, glaring at the offending rays that illuminated the otherwise still room. Sirius's battered school trunk was incongruous with the highly polished oak furniture dotted around; an old wardrobe that refused to shut properly, a double four-poster, a bedside table and Sirius himself were the only other occupants of the room. Specks of dust danced joyously as Sirius pushed himself from bed and made his way to the adjoining bathroom, an equally meek affair.
          
          Two trains had rattled the walls by the time Sirius shut off the water from the shower. He stood for a moment, head bent, watching the drips fall from his nose and hair. They collided with the enamel of the bath by his feet, exploding on contact before joining the rest of the water and draining away. Sirius wished he could drain away with them. Perhaps he would wash up wherever Remus was?
          
          — One might call this a distraction, but I like to call it inspiration... More of this WIP on Tumblr!

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Hey! I was wondering who made the cover for I Can't Love Him?