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We've a situation to deal with.

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What's that?

Centuria has been . . . less than loyal to her family.

This Simon of hers is not Simon at all.

...Oh? Who is it, then?

*grits his teeth*

Sirius Black.

What?! ... *thinking that Sirius is older than him*

*He is.*

She's even admitted it. And now she's run off. I want to find Black and, oh, I don't know, skin him alive a centimetre at a time.

*not looking good, tugging at his hair more fiercely than normal*

I fucking hate Sirius Black. Teri...Teri told me that...but now she...*mind's too busy to be talking clearly*

What did she tell you?

She thought I was too old, but now she's with him and he's even older. She just didn't like me. She didn't want me, just like the rest of them.

I'll find him with you. If you want, I'll help you.

Clearly, she's a fool. And Black needs to be taught his place.

His place is in Hell.

Yes, quite.