Hatred is a Powerful Thing

[Caleb Bryson]

The world. Right now he could care less who died right now. Everything was so fucked up it was just pathetic. He hated Sirius and now Marvolo but not as much. Why the hell did he get the wrong end of the deal? Shit happened but this was just wrong. He should be with Marvolo right now. Not him. He walked down the street, head down thinking about it all.

[Guest]

Sirius pushed the maggot against the wall, fire in his eyes, as a muggle born witch laid dead behind him. "How dare you..." He questioned the man, crushing him against the hard bricks. "She deserved it, like all of her kind do..." The man hissed at him, proudly demonstrating his dark mark flowing up his arm. Sirius's fist connected with the cheek of the death eater, as the frail old coot fell to the floor. Christmas had passed, and the snow was seemingly disappearing, so the man fell on top of the gravel. Gideon quickly apparated next to Sirius, picking up the body of the unconscious death eater. "Good work Sirius, I'll make sure Alastor takes care of this one..." Gideon said, before disappearing, along with the death eater.

Sirius stepped away from the alley, wondering if he should try to at least enjoy a cigar. He had sent red sparks into the air where the muggle born witch had been murdered, but was simply not in the mood to hang around the streets of London. He quickly apparated to Hogsmeade, in the middle of the night. Good thing he was still in his hollidays, Hogwarts wouldn't bother him. As he stepped into the harsh floor, he noticed someone walking towards him. Well, not exactly towards him, but in his direction. He brought his hood up, and walked forwards as well, trying not to pay attention to whoever it was...

[Caleb Bryson]

Caleb walked for a few more feet before he decided that he needed a cigarette and pulled out his pack. Taking one out he searched his pocket for a lighter and cursed. He had his wand on him but he would rather not use it for trivial things like this. Save it for killing. That was a much better use. He looked around and saw someone. Walking up to them he asked if he could borrow a light.

[Guest]

Sirius lifted his eyes from the ground, as the man asked for a light. He recognized that voice, but decided to not make a big fuss about it. He cleared his throat, speaking in a low pitch voice, taking his ligther out, letting the fire erupt from its wick. "Have at it..."

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