sirius_sit_down: (moon)
I'm guessing this was one of those Barge comas. I can't complain, because the last time I nodded off on board, I spent six months in Azkaban. I'll take a coma any day.

I talked to Persephone that day the living and the dead could contact us. She's home and happy. There is a point to graduating, for those of you who don't believe in it.

I've had a lot to think about as of late. I've realised that I've used my own standards of conduct to judge other people. I've always placed a tremendous amount of importance on my friends. I didn't have the best home life growing up. My family hated me, and I hated them. My friends were always my true family. I would do anything for my friends, without the slightest hesitation. I just would. For the good and for the very, very bad. I've done terrible things to protect my friends. I've admitted this.

I assumed everyone else was like me. I assumed everyone else would die at a finger snap for their friends. I have been told that I am wrong. That most people look out for their own interests first. I'm not saying that's bad. The point of this is to say that I was wrong.

I was wrong to think that Peter Pettigrew would willingly and without hesitation give his own life to protect our best mate, James. I couldn't even begin to fathom that he would consider any other option, because I wouldn't consider any other option. To choose your own life over the life of your best mate...to me, that's impossible.

But I am not everyone.

I can't forgive Peter, but I can understand that he is not me, and that he was never capable of making the choices that I would have made.

That said, I'm also learning that I put way too much stock in my friends, and I need to learn to put more stock in myself. I have no idea how to do this.

Private msgs to Snape, Dick, Mozenrath, Wanda, Parker, Hoffman )
sirius_sit_down: (magical)
I think I'll skip the next dinosaur port.

I've been 'taking it easy' for the past few days per my Doctor-Warden's instructions. We managed to survive a revenge-mad pack of velociraptors, the two of us, but I got hit in the head with a rock off my own blasting curse. It figures, really. I don't think the Dog Star is a lucky one.

Or maybe it is. Despite the lump on my head, John and I did a bloody fantastic job against those stubborn blighters. I offered to do something I never would have offered to do otherwise, because I quite honestly thought we were both as good as dead. It didn't come to that. John said no, and we found another way. A completely mad way, but a brilliant way in the end.

Are there ever nice ports?

Private to Persephone, Mozenrath, Remus )

*004* Audio

Jul. 7th, 2011 06:47 pm
sirius_sit_down: (reading)
I was going to give a written post a go, but I have completely forgotten how to use a quill. All I managed to do was upset the ink pot.

I have a question for anyone who feels like answering it. If you've already answered it, feel free to ignore. If you could know your future, would you? Keep in mind that your death is included in this future. Your death and various other deaths. If you could include the why for your answer, that would be most helpful.

[Private to Martha]

Hello. I suppose you've heard by now that I'm going to be working for you. I actually have some experience with cuts and such, but it's been several years. Let me know when you want me to begin.

[Private to Wichita]

So...how are you? Hanging in there? Let me know what comes next with our whole...Warden/Inmate thing.

[Private to Mozenrath]

I hope things are still alright with you and your Warden.

((OOC: Someone has discovered the existence of the Harry Potter books. He has the first one in his possession, but so far he hasn't opened it.))

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