the_debt_of_time

wands away, glancing around to make certain no passing Muggle caught sight of them since
they stood on the edge of the Muggle-Repelling Charm.
When another loud crash was followed by an angry scream, Harry drew his attention
to his godfather. "Redecorating?" he asked sceptically.
Sirius only nodded. "I'm fairly certain that the floor will soon be a lovely mosaic
once she's done breaking every priceless glass artefact in the house. Of course, it all
belonged to my mother, so I'm not entirely upset about losing any of it. She's been at it for
about an hour; I'm honestly surprised there's still stuff left to break."
Remus glared down at his friend. "What did you do?"
Sirius feigned innocence. "Why on earth, Moony, do you think that I've done
something?"
"Because there's only a handful of things that get Mia violent, and something tells
me that if she's destroying your house while you're sitting on the front porch, you're not in
any immediate danger, which is usually her biggest rage-trigger."
"I beg to differ on the danger issue." Sirius stood and reached into the box of treats
Harry was holding, drawing out an eclair with a happy smile. "I was forcibly removed from
the house," he told them before taking a large bite of the pastry.
Harry gaped in shock. "She hexed you out of your own home?"
Sirius swallowed, shaking his head. "No. She threw an ashtray at my head and said
she didn't want to look at my ugly, toerag face for a while. By the way, am I still bleeding?"
He turned around to show the back of his skull. "I'm shit at Healing Spells, especially when
I have to do them on myself."
"Toerag?" Remus asked as he looked over Sirius's head, pleased to see that whatever
wound had been there was repaired by whatever half-arsed spell Sirius used.
"She's in 'angry Lily' mode."
"What's a toerag?" Ron asked.
Sirius barked a laugh. "Twenty-five years, mate, and I still don't actually know.
Sometimes, I'm pretty certain that half of the stuff Lily said was shit she made up to make
the rest of us look stupid."
"What else is there?" Harry asked.
"What's that?" Sirius looked up at his godson as he retook his seat on the edge of
the stairs, scooting aside to let Remus sit to his left.