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I've just come home on the bus, the bus I will affectionately refer to as The Hell Bus Of Doom. This was mainly due to the sheer number of screaming children. One baby screamed for half an hour. My head hurts now. Sweet Jeebus. Don't they sell gags for children or something? Now off to feed ungrateful horses.

Pimping

Go and read Coffee and Cigarettes by musesfool. She's just posted the final version and I don't think I pimped it before. Sirius/Remus, 1981, just before Halloween...

He wants to be marked, wants to mark Remus, show the world they belong to each other, and not the dark or the light, Dumbledore or Voldemort.

Angst-tastic.