02-02-2010, 03:18 AM
Sirius resigned himself to sitting upon the bed rather benign way, vision locked upon his hands folded upon his lap. It was the first time he got a good look at them. They were a healthy pink in color, the only marring features were the slight callouses formed from writing. It was a far cry from the ashen waxy skin that was usually stretched across his emaciated fingers.
He turned his face up as he saw Madame Pomfre enter, noticeably disturbed by their noise.
James gave a weak excuse, "I assure you Madame, were only here out of the deep abiding love of our dear Sirus here that brings us. We just couldn't go on without getting an update on his condition, you see!" The witch scowled, it looked like it was not as effectual as he'd hoped.
Suddenly Sirius spoke up. His shaky voice was low in tone as if to fake calmness, "A mirror." He asked this clearly in the direction of the witch. "I'd like a mirror...please."
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