Patronus for Godiva 1 (incomplete)

[Livinia Lange]

Making sure his webcam on his camera is well placed, Sirius Orion Black the IV turns it on, logging on to the Wizardring Web. This is not unusual for the lead singer of Patronus for Godiva to be hanging out on the band’s website. He was the one that started it. At the moment, he was well positioned on his bed with his somewhat large feet thrown up on the wall. For a minute he cursed as he fiddled with the webcam before it finally buffered to life.

“Ah, there’s my peoples,” he said with a satisfied smile at himself. “So, you might be wondering were the hell I am. This, my friends –all twenty of you – is my old bedroom. For those who are new to the comings and goings of me and my band, this is where it all started….”

He heaves the camera off of his lap, tilting it towards the majority of the space that was his old bedroom. Posters of muggle and wizard bands were thrown onto the wall in different arrangements that ranged from 80s hair bands to The Weird Sisters. A Beatles Abbey Road poster is upside down under the one of the Weird Sisters and is the focal point of the wall. A collection of racing brooms is hanging on the left wall closer to the foot of the bed; the right wall was painted with chalk board a long time ago, still having signatures and notes from all his Hogwarts buddies. A couple of song lyrics are still drawn out with the music notes above them. Covering the hard wood floors are a variety of items: four jackets, six unmatched shoes, a pile of boxers, three towels, two skateboards, one pizza box, and a mountain of LPs under the window. Clothing spills out from the open closet on the chalk board side of the room. In the back corner there is a baby grand piano. Three guitars, one base,one acoustic, one electric, are propped up in the opposing corner. A picture of himself and his bandmates is crookedly hung on the wall. Their Hogwarts uniforms are visible from where he was seated.

“Yeah, it and all its glory,” he continued, turning the camera to face himself again. “Hasn’t changed much since I left. I do realize some of you are saying ‘Why the hell are you back home, Sirius?’. Well, I’ll tell you. It is Christmas and my mom wanted me and my sister to come back home for the Holidays. So, here I am.”

His voice sounded tired. He had flown in from America where they were touring to be there. There were bags under his eyes; one could tell that he had to readjust to the time change. His words are slightly slurred, no doubt due to maybe one or two too many drinks last night. There wasn’t much to do at that time of night either. So, he had decided to check in on his loyal fanbase. “So….a lot of you haven’t seen my house in a long time and you first time viewers haven’t, so we’re going to go on a little tour.”

The sound of rustling filled the air as he stood, taking the laptop with him. The door was clearly visible and so is his ringed hand reaching for the silver knob. For those that had been taking a great look at their host, his almost dark hair was disheveled, falling into icy blue eyes. He had let his five o’clock shadow grow out. His basic Gryffindor Quidditch Tee was visible in all its worn out glory. He had not removed his bracelets that had appeared two segments back. Overall, he looked pretty much like hell from his usually deviously handsome self.

The camera jostles a bit as he tries to pull his door shut, but his Care of Magical Creatures book is preventing that, growling from beneath its belt. Into the hallway he proceeded. It is decorated with framed newspaper clippings. The flashing headlines reveal articles such as BLACK SENTENCED WITHOUT TRIAL FOR MASS MURDER and SEARCH FOR DEADLOCKE CONTINUES. His family’s history is written in those newspaper articles. Even a tabloid from Witch Weekly feauturing his parents making out is visible from the camera angle. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, holding the camera out in front of him to comentate on said hallway.

“This, my followers is the history of my family in newspaper clippings,” he began. “On the right is the Black side and the left is the Scabior side. Whoo. We’ve got everything from my falsely accused for murder grandfather, Sirius Black the third, to my parents making out in a snotty tabloid. It really is fucking fantastic if you saw it in person. Now, moving on.”
He moved down the hall, keeping the camera steady as he could. By the end of the hall, he turned right and brought the camera to face a portrait of a familiar face in both the Black family and wizardring world. “This is my grandfather, Sirius Orion Black the III. Bask in his glory I say!” Sirius the Fourth chuckled at this for he knew how his mother treats his prodecessor. The portrait laughed as well, “Another one of those web show things?” it asked, looking above the camera, with similar eyes as the host.

“Absolutely, grandad. Wave hi to the kids!”

The portrait did as commanded. It is on a wall to itself, facing the large window across the house above the door. Sirius walked to the edge of the room, commenting on his grandfather with nothing but kind things, before pointing the computer down. “Long drop, eh, loves?” Below them was a twelve foot overlook showing the living room far below.