Summer Holiday

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Characters: seriousmarauder, oncemarauder & madamemoiselle
Location: Their shared vacation world!
Time: uhh idk Sunday
Summary: Sirius and Remus both like where they spent time in the summers as a vacation spot, and Diva just likes to be with people that she knows. So they all get stuck in the English countryside in a house together, and hijinks perhaps ensue.
Warnings: None at the moment!


She had spent most of the day locked up in her mansion-like house in New York, just turning the locket she had been wearing over and over in her hands. It was a surprise when she returned to the Plane to sulk, but a message greeted her. She wasn't really sure what she wanted, in terms of a vacation. Diva only wanted a place with people that she could talk to and not just the people that she was stuck with in New York City.

The locket had been turned in her fingers again while she just thought of that. I want a place with someone else.

It was disappointing when nothing really happened. But she just sighed, not really surprised that the Plane wouldn't do what it promised. She spent time on the Plane, just watching the stars and avoiding everyone else. That got boring after a while, though, so she returned home. Or, tried. She shielded herself from the cold, rushing air, but she hit the ground hard.

The air had left her lungs from the impact, but she sat up after a moment, coughing and looking around. She didn't recognize the place itself, but it looked very...English was the only word for it.

Not again.

"Ne, just--where is this? I'm tired of my home changing, so just keep it the same for once!"

She didn't expect anyone to hear it, but she said it for good measure anyways. Diva stood and brushed herself off, but frowned at the stains on her dress.

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[seriousmarauder]

Sirius reached for her hand again, shaking his head. "Voldemort is the wizard Remus is fighting a war against. A very powerful, very dark wizard. My family...they thought he had all the right ideas. Purification of the wizarding race, having all the pure-bloods in charge, etc. Even my brother was brainwashed, and signed up to be a Death Eater. He tried to back out, but once you sign up with Voldemort, there's no backing out." His tone was a mess of emotions -- anger, regret, loneliness. He missed Regulus, even though he had been a stupid idiot.

"The point is, I understand. At least a little bit, anyway. I hated everything my family stood for -- I finally ran away when I was sixteen, and got blasted off the family tree. But before that...even after that, part of me still wanted their approval. I still wanted them to love me, despite all their terrible ideas, despite how they treated me for even daring to think differently."

Sirius drew his knees up to his chest, glancing down at his tattered grey robe. He wished he'd had a chance to change again before coming here, but he'd thought he was going back to Azkaban, not a holiday from distant memories. "I think, if they'd even pretended to love me, I might have stayed with them, even though I hated everything about them. That's probably why Regulus played along -- I was always reminded he was the better son."