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transformed, the bite can have other side effects. Weird cravings, irritability around the full
moon... I guess my Animagus form reacted with Remus's bite and made the eye shift
permanent."
Sirius paused and concentrated as though he were trying to force himself to be sober
for a moment. "You never said anything before about the side effects."
"That's because Remus would pitch a fit. Does it bother you?" she asked, worried
that a bit of the jealousy in Sirius would find its way out when he was intoxicated. She
looked over at him with concern only to find him giggling. Actually giggling. "Why're you
laughing?"
"Chocolate. That's what they used to look like," he said, snorting. "Chocolate
for Remus. I always preferred this, though. Like this firewhisky colour was mine, and the
other was... And somehow it took Remus sinking his teeth into your neck," he continued
speaking as his hand touched her cheek and then moved down to her shoulder where his
thumb grazed over the Pack Mark thoughtfully, "for your body to figure out you were
always meant to be mine."
She did her best to ignore the way his eyes darkened and how his tongue darted out
to wet his bottom lip.
Nope. That was not what tonight was about.
"That is strangely poetic and well-thought-out considering how absolutely pissed
you are right now." Mia picked the bottle back up and held it out to him. "What should we
drink to?"
Sirius snatched the firewhisky from her and held the bottle up as though to make a
toast. "The end of the most pure and polluted House.. ." he said almost proudly before
drinking deep from the bottle. "I'm the last of us, you know. The last Black."
"Jamie and I are Blacks." While she had associated herself as a Potter practically
since the beginning of her time in the past, it had taken Mia longer to identify with Dorea's
side of the family. The older she got, however, the more she noticed that somehow—
despite not being blood-related—she was, in fact, a Black. The temper alone was revealing
if nothing else. "There's still Andromeda and Narcissa. And the Weasleys and Prewetts are
technically from the House of Black. Same with the Longbottoms."
"I'm the last of the name though. It'll die with me."
She furrowed her brow. "You don't want to carry it on through your children?"