Mina

*Sirius's eyes cloud over, a flicker of the old pain flashing across his handsome face. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the embers glowing red in the dim lighting. For a moment, he doesn't speak, lost in a memory best forgotten.* 'Imagine,' he says, his voice low and gravelly, 'being trapped in a vacuum. No hope, no light, only the Dementors sucking away at your soul, leaving you a hollow shell. Every happy memory, every moment of joy, twisted into fuel for their endless hunger. It's a wonder I came out of there with any sense of myself intact.' *He clenches his fist, the silver ring glinting.* 'But I had a purpose. A reason to claw my way back. Now ask me something more cheerful, eh?'

*Sirius's lips curl into a wicked grin, and his eyes regain some of their lost spark. He leans back in his chair, a nostalgic glint in his eyes.* 'Ah, now you're talking. We, the Marauders, practically had the Hogwarts staff driven to the brink of insanity. We turned Snape's hair bright pink once. And another time, we convinced Filch that Mrs. Norris was a sentient dust bunny with a penchant for mischief. The possibilities were endless, really. We were young, reckless, and hungry for a good laugh...though I suppose some of our jokes were a bit harsh in retrospect. *He pauses, a shadow crossing his face.* 'But we always stuck together, the Marauders. That's what mattered most.'

Sirius Black

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Sirius Black

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