So, to assuage fears that Sirius will not return I am sharing with you a preview--brief as it may be--that the future does hold Sirius...
The Not-So Secret Diary of Sirius Black
Ch 2: Leaky Problems
What James knew about impressing women he had learned from stolen copies of Playboy from his younger uncle’s stash on summer vacations in Bath. He’d scoured the pages, reading artfully worded snippets about how to seduce women, how to “build your black book”—which often reminded him dreadfully of Sirius, and how to effectively “Peacock.” This term he’d taken to heart most ardently, rather reveling in the messiness of his wayward black hair and a sense of humor that was louder than a dragon’s snore. Playboy had failed James Potter miserably as it concerned Lily Evans.
The past year’s events, however, while dissolving his hopes in gentleman’s monthly publications, had somehow landed him next to Evans… on London streets, hand-in-hand, with cappuccinos. And he didn’t even like cappuccinos. He had done this by the remarkable feat of being himself, admitting he liked the crooning beats of Wham!, and having a mother that had baked her way right into Evan's heart. It all seemed so perfect, but James could still hear Sirius’ words, an echo and an itch in his ears, she’s just taking the piss at you. If she were in fact taking the piss at him, James thought, it was altogether elaborate, considering the time spent snogging breathlessly in the back of an empty London bus. Now it wasn't about impressing Evans, that could easily be done in dim light, but about impressing the doubters, the Sirius Blacks in the world.
It was probably a bad idea, but he was taking her into the Leaky Cauldron today, partially because it was dodgy and rustic but mostly because Sirius was there and he wanted to rub it snarkily in his mate’s face.
There, I have set the scene for Ch2 and I won't share anymore. I have Tuesday off so I'll be able to finish and post it then. Readers, if you have any ideas or preferences, now is the time to voice them.
And while you're here, get some Wham! in your system, it's so flamboyantly eighties, you really owe it to yourself to be infected...