Pick up 4 cards.

@lastofblack.bsky.social +4 uno card on top of the stack.

"Mo—" Ok, he thought it was his mother for a moment. His deceased mother. But...Younger. "Sirius..?" He asked slowly from untop of the stairs. Almost like a predator stalking a prey but he seemed more relaxed now.

Same..

He was sneaking down to the kitchen but stops in his tracks when he sees @familynghtmares.bsky.social

12 grimmauld place is very quiet today.

(Throwing his tea cup towards her feet, storming off)

Are all 7 years suppose to pick on first years ?

Piss off.

Does she enjoy bringing people down ?

...Slowly looking up from cup.

If you ever come across him in the attic, this is why tea cups and tea leaves go missing.... Interesting...Very interesting.

He hasn't been manifesting her reading. It just happens.

Oh- No no! Please dont do that. He doesnt control the tea...

The tear leaves are....Showing something particular.

That's what he's been telling himself. He can hear it.

Why do people assume he's trespassing IN HIS OWN HOME. He explained this to that Harry kid.

Oh— this house ? It's his....Just the resources are left by others...

Oh- he needs to hurry back inside then. Back in the attic !

Jolting, almost dropping his stolen goods

He's stolen some loose tea leaves and a pretty little gold and blue tea cup and saucer. Perhaps it was a guests or a fancy home decoration. The colours and pattern is pretty. But...He has some work to do... Oh and some boiling water. Nobody seemed home.

Wandering the house.

He's not creepy...He's harmless. Been up there most of his life...

He smells strew ... who made it?

Wandering the house again assuming everyone is sleeping.

FLAVOUR OF THE WEEK!?!

Why is everyone having nightmares?

"Please don't eat me..I didnt mean it."

...Why is it growling at him.

Ah— another dog ??

All sorts of animals today.

You're such a good dog. I wish I was allowed to have a dog — (Throwing the branch but not as far as the stick)

Waiting for them.

Throwing it.

Trying a stick this time.

He doesn't know this dog.

Looking around for something and then picking up a pinecone it throw it.

Slowly backing up frowning.

Seeing the dog and extending his hand.

Oh, a cat.

What the FUCK

He's always been in the attic. Just...unnoticed.

Everyone likes to think I don't exist.

This is why he hides in his attic.

Ah— He won't bother them again.

He's not Regulus but he would like some ?

No...No.. That's not how he meant to word it.

He will also take a brownie. Wait —

Perhaps this *Harry is a blessing because he's willing to come out of hiding.

Try living an an attic for almost more than a decade.