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Scott was giddy as he led Sirius to the black leather couch against the wall of the far side of his home. He wanted to make sure he did everything right, but was overcome with the idea of him in such close proximity to him. He placed Sirius on the couch with the help of Ginny, and stood back... awkwardly wondering what he should do next.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a picture frame. His hands grasped the wooden outline and he quickly turned the picture around.

It was a special moment for Scott, when that picture had taken place. Sarah and him had only just met, and after a week of unsuspecting circumstances they had taken this picture. Scott was sincerely happy with her right then in that moment, that anyone looking at it would recognize and get a glimpse of a small fraction of emotion that he had felt. She was smiling, laughing, and enjoying herself and Scott... vulnerable Scott, was taking in every feature that was Sarah. His eyes were closed as he breathed her in, as she unknowingly made him drunk with her presence.

Scott shook his head, shaking away the memory.


(I don't like that I put that about Sarah considering they didn't share that memory... but I'm not to positive as to where she went on this site...)

["Help me walk him in there?"]

"Help me walk him in there?"

"Uhh..." Scott was taken back, highly unsuspecting an agreement to the idea. He nodded quickly however, recovering. "Yes yes, of course. Here if you could just get him by his left left shoulder there and I'll take care of his right side." Scott was light on his feet as he bent to Sirius's right side, placing the intoxicated man's arm on his own shoulder, he waited for Ginny to join him, though he knew he could certainly lift Sirius himself. He wanted her help, perhaps it would keep Sirius calm.

He ignored the smell of puke, reminding himself of what his mother used to tell him when he was a child.

Monkey see monkey do.

Though he was feeling shock of the smell, he ignored his stomach curling... wanting to mimic the spilled remnants.

(Eyy kids.)

Scott took this news to his advantage. The lowly school teacher could do nothing but watch as the scene unfolded before his eyes. He was terrified of what was going on with Sirius, unsettled by the idea that he could not understand something happening right in front of him. It wasn't until now when needed assistance was brought up that Scott realized his potential in helping the situation.

He spoke up, hardly considering who it was that would need the room for a night, but also forgetting what he came her to forget. And for that, he would later be thankful.

"You know, I live right next door. So as to prevent any more complications in this bar for a day, Mr. Black would be very welcome to stay with myself. I honestly do live just next door, it isn't very big... but it would be enough for him as he... recovers." He chose his words carefully, desperate to keep calm though knowing that even the sound of his voice could interrupt something violent in Sirius.

Perhaps a part of Scott was eager for yet more of a distraction, perhaps he felt sorry for the man laying in a mess of a heap on the floor, or even perhaps he was curious about the sudden outburst that he had witnessed... either way... He wanted to help.

Curiosity kills. . .

Scott relaxed at an incredible rate. He lowered his wand, but didn't quite put it away. With Ginny behind him, he was sure nothing would happen. He noticed Sirius's change, noticed his... aggravation with the appearance of this girl.

He didn't quite know Ginny, had heard stories of course... everyone heard stories about Ginny. He remembered her from school as well though, just a glance in the hallway walking by.

Sirius was so drunk, it was unbelievable that he was able to talk with such a straight forward manner. Scott looked behind him, shrugging at Ginny. He would let her handle it, she seemed to have a strong relationship with him, based on the way Sirius acted. A past girlfriend of his perhaps? Scott new she was with another man... rumors of trials against him were everywhere, he never knew what had finally happened with him and the ministry, just supposed it had fixed.

(This is really something Ginny and Sirius need to keep continuing, Scott cannot do much but stand there. Moral support!)

Scott's uncanny ability to take in everything around him very quickly and decipher through it all always helped him in situations. Much like a cat, though the irony is uncanny, he was fast. The moment he saw Sirius jerk his head, so beast like, he knew it was time.

His wand was held forward, his hand calm, though his thoughts screamed. He knew a few things, most important being to protect William but also to calm Sirius. Help him. The thought seemed foreign. Help Sirius Black? The ex husband to Sarah Black/Jones? Where was the logic?

You walked into this. You and that d**n cat idea got all of this going, now fix it. Fast.

"Sirius." It was only a whisper, a plea to keep peace. The site of Sirius, his muscle tensing every moment, his face pained. It was a sad sight.

Scott knew if need be he could disarm Sirius, even get him to the ground in a wand fight. Physically though, his chances would be less likely. He sneaked a glance at William,
Well if all else fails I do have him.

He shuddered at the thought. He had given up any hope of getting into Sirius's head, at the moment it was not of utmost priority. He suddenly didn't want to be where he was. He didn't want to be standing here, on this peaceful afternoon, in a bar, with his wand out. He shook his head, he had gotten himself into it, he would get himself out of it then go and enjoy his afternoon.

"Sirius do not advance anymore, you are not in your right mind." What more could he say? He did not know how to calm the thing in front of him. Hardly a man anymore, his heart... was gone.

[He snarled, like an animal,]

Scott went blank- his face, his thoughts, all numb. Gone. Nothing was holding him to the world, but what was in front of him.

A broken man, such a heartbreak. Scott kept one hand on the door, and one clutching his wand in his pocket. The site before his eyes, was truly a different one to say the least. Everything told him to walk forward, help what he saw in front of him, but the little kid inside him burned like fire thinking of Sarah.

Sirius had all of those years with her, the perfect girl, and had ruined it. Such a sick man! His thoughts screamed. Scott didn't understand how someone could throw it all away so quickly. He sighed, just staring for a moment at Sirius. He could tell, Sirius was not in his right state of mind.

Many pointers indicated this, but the thing that struck Scott the most about Sirius, was how lost he looked.

Even watching him the night he left Sarah, Scott noticed Sirius's nature about him that was slightly arrogant, but at least a calm soul. The Sirius before him, was different. The tension in the room, was all flowing from Sirius, he was a changed man.

Scott took in the room, the bartender, eyes wide, stared frozen at Sirius, who stared at Scott. Scott noticed the broken table by Sirius, mentally noting that broken wood such as this makes a loud bang, can be mistaken as a wand firing.

He snarled, like an animal,

Scott was awoken, from his watchful stature. His eyes widened, but he made no movement to leave. It wasn't out of fear that he stepped in, letting the door swing shut behind him and bringing them into silence. It wasn't to help the bartender- whose name he knew to be William- as he stepped into the room, slowly keeping an eye on Sirius. He watched Sirius, now taking extra caution. The nonhuman growl that had emitted from Sirius's body was not normal, Scott now took care to be ready to defend himself, should he need to.

He stepped into the musty room of the Three Broomsticks, because suddenly it was not only a distraction, but a curiosity. Why had Sirius made such a negative reaction to Scott's presence? Sirius should hate him for no reason, yet Scott saw the look in Sirius's blood red eyes, and though everything now told him to run... his curiosity got the better of him.

He was reminded as he walked slowly towards Willy, keeping his eyes locked onto Sirius's, of the simple saying, "Curiosity killed the cat."

Stupid cat, had he not been curious, he would still be alive... Scott... Listen to yourself think, you are not a cat, nor an idiot, but you are being irrational right now. Watch yourself son, you're walking into bloody water.

He reached Willy, placing a hand on his shoulder. It was a mark of relative acquaintance, but he squeezed Willy's shoulder, as if to reassure the squib that everything was okay.

"Anything wrong here, Willy?" Scott asked the tall bulky man beside him, his eyes flickering to him for just a second before returning safely to Sirius.

Curiosity...
that killed the cat.
Will I be smarter?

[Bang!]

Softly flowing through the mind, numbing every fiber. The laughter, it kills the pain, drowns it out. Where has she gone, the one. I have something to tell her, nothing will stop me. She is the one. I can feel it, for the first time in my life. I'm not young, I'm ready. Give her to me.

Familiar smells of alcohol seep in from the brick wall, the Thee Broomsticks just next door. A fight, perhaps. Muffled voices, drowned out from his record player. Scott, staring numbly at the ceiling, closes his eyes. His smile, a fake one at best, his mind flowing through the last encounter of her, the beauty in his life. His mind was lost, his ears trying to close out the sounds from below.


Bang!

His eyes, an unforgettable shade of blue, shot open. Scott, now out of his dream, intent on listening to what is happening one wall over. A fight? No, he would definitely hear louder fighting then that. His mind, before distracted, now tries to tune into the thoughts of the others.

Annoying, arrogant fools. Drunk minds, nonsense, I can't understand anything. Do I go over there? Or let it unfold?

It typically did just that, unfolded and calmed after just a few hours. Normally, the fighting took place at night, the yelling, and sometimes a crash of glass to the wall, but this fight... in broad daylight? No one would be so stupid to get drunk at this time, well... anyone with sense at this point in time wouldn't.

That bang though, could it have been a flash of a wand? Not that it was any of his business anyway, the bartender would take care of it soon enough.

Scott's eyes lingered on the wall, it had changed. The atmosphere, so tense, was now silent.. like night, like death.

How... peculiar, he thought to himself. Not of normal activity at the Three Broomsticks. There was no banging of doors, no one had gotten the boot. So what happened?

Why should he worry about it, probably just a fight like any other night. Why was he so stuck on it? Scott shook his head, it was all psychological. He wanted a distraction, and it had been handed to him straight on. A dangerous one though, should he go check? He wanted to, of course... anything to get his mind off of Sarah. The beauty in his dreams, in his thoughts, everything reminded him of her, it was destroying him ever so slowly. It had been nearly a month since that night. It was just one night, why should it matter to him what she did now?

It did matter, most dearly. He wasn't in love, that would be silly to say after one night, but that night... was so incredible, even if it was just a simple hello and talk. Something had caught on to him, and it stayed with him now.

Memories, smell... touch... sight... all of it circulated in his mind.

Bang!

This time he stood. His mind, cleared of everything. This was his distraction, and whatever higher power there was in the above world, it was giving him a clear chance.

He slipped his robe on over his white dress shirt, slipping his black shoes on as he walked to his door. His house was small, but perfect for just one. Just him, that's all it ever was. It was simply a rectangle room. The front door, a faded green, led out onto the street of Hogsmead. His floors were dark brown, the floorboards waxed so well that you could see your reflection in them- if you looked. The walls were brick, all simple, no pictures nor rugs. Just this. This was all he needed.

He paused at the door, making sure his wand was safely in his pocket. It was, so he continued out the door. Walking for just a few feet in the warm air of summer, before turning a quick right. The Three Broomsticks sign swung lazily over his head as he stepped in, bracing himself.

(Sincerely sorry that I haven't been on.)

Scott waved a useless goodbye to Sarah who surely hadn't seen. He left her house, and wandered up the streets of Hogsmead now, bored.

She smiled. "well I am going to be teaching all the flying corse run the quidich. Then if they need me helpin out with Care for magical creatuers." She then went to sip his tea. "what you do."

"Interesting," Scott said smiling to her. "I myself will be teaching an unknown class." He shook his head, continuing. "I've been promised a teaching spot at the school, though I am not sure what they have in plan for me."

(What teaching spots are open? You seem to have the flying, does anyone have Herbology?)

"Hogwarts?" The mention of the school made him ponder her voice for a moment. "Why back there?" He knew his position at Hogwarts, or his soon to be position, but wondered what she did there.

Scott followed Sarah through the door into a lighted room. He looked around, noticing pictures that were beautifully painted. "Who drew these?" He asked turning to her.

He paused on her face before turning around to close the door.

Smiling, Scott stood. He followed Sarah through the door, he felt no aches in his body from falling and he was glad of that. He ran ahead of her quickly, opening the door for her to walk into the house she had been headed towards. "After you," he said like a gentleman.

Scott stared wildly at the dog. He swallowed and turned back to Sarah nervously. "Sure, I'd like that." He didn't seem to be liked at the moment he feared, but he tried not to let that get to him. He stood, shaking off his pants and smiling, not taking his eyes off of her for fear the dog would get him. =]

Scott couldn't tear his eyes from the woman that had helped him. Sarah was his name? No matter, she was beautiful. He shook his head, realizing that because she had literally only moments before he arrived so wildly had a fight with her soon to be ex husband she would be in no mood to have a new man enter her life in such a short of time.

He stood up slowly, smiling at his knee. It felt perfect as though he hadn't just done a completely idiotic move to land him in this mysterious place.

He watched as the dog came up to the man, Sarah's ex. He had no doubt's that the dog was an animagus, he envied the dog right as she walked in, always wanting to be an animagus but never having quite mastered the skill enough to pull it off.

He stood awkwardly, wondering if he should stay or go on his way, though he had no where to go.

Scott smiled, listening intently to them all through his brown eyes. He walked in the room to join them, realizing how outcast he looked. He decided to stand near sarah, but not quite so near as to make any moves just yet. He chose to stand across from her, so he could watch her as she spoke hoping to be nonchalant about his apparent wanting to look at her.