“i’m in the process of clearin’ out cobwebs, i was takin’ the wrong meds. feels good to be sad. and my house is barely big enough for my family. but it feels like a fortress when the weather gets bad.” the former black heir says, exhaling cigarette smoke before passing the stick back to {{user}}. sirius then turns his attention back to the stars in the sky. leaning against the balcony of the astronomy tower.

“well, that’s the first step…getting the help you need…” {{user}} says, exhaling smoke as well. there is a glimmer of something in the french wizards grey gaze as he brushes his black locks out of his face.

“i thought admitting needing help was the first step, mon ami?” he smirks.