⤠ 𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤

"Ugh," Sirius moaned, collapsing onto the back of Marlene's room in exasperation. The Christmas break had just begun, but it wasn't off to a fun start for them. Barty, with a dramatic sigh, asked, "What are you complaining about now?"

"Ugh, this is so boring!" Sirius exclaimed, sitting up straight. The first half of their break had been filled with tedious packing and traveling, first back home and then onward to the picturesque town of Wolfmore. With its charming cobblestone streets and cozy cottages enveloped by trees, Wolfmore exuded serenity and beauty.

"We're stuck here playing Truth or Dare in a vacation home that Marlene's parents own, while we're surrounded by this incredible town. Let's go out and explore!" Sirius proposed enthusiastically.

Marlene rolled her eyes, and Mary and Regulus exchanged irritated glances at Sirius's suggestion. Both of them despised the biting cold that Wolfmore was known for. "No way. It's freezing out there," Mary seethed through gritted teeth, her breath visible in the chilly air. Regulus nodded in agreement.

Sirius's face fell into a pout. He could feel his frustration building up. "Fine, but we have to make this game more interesting then," he grumbled, his disappointment starting to turn into annoyance.

"Ugh, fine! Sirius, truth or dare!" Barty snapped, his frustration with the situation evident in his tone. Barty had always struggled with a strained relationship with his father, leading to frequent arguments and outbursts. As a result, he had become sensitive to loud voices and would easily get angry.

Sirius took a moment, pretending to ponder his decision. His mischievous nature kicked in as he glanced at Regulus, knowing his younger brother's short temper. "Hmm," he mused slyly, aware that this could potentially provoke Regulus's anger.

"It's not that hard to choose. Choose one, or I'm putting you in the fireplace while you're sleeping, and I will burn you," Regulus threatened, his eyes narrowing with a serious look that made it clear he wasn't joking around.

"Awww, love you to bits, Reggie!" Sirius said, his voice brimming with cheerfulness. "I choose dare! Bring it on!"

"Hmm... I dare you to text a random number say something traumatic," Barty said with challenging glint in his eyes. "And if they reply, respond with a trauma joke or a funny picture." Who was Sirius to back down from a dare?

"Okay," Sirius replied, pulling out his phone. "What number should I choose?"

"Go ahead and try your Number Neighbour," Mary shrugged. Sirius nodded, entered the number, and then sent a text that recounted a truly traumatic experience from his childhood.

"Go ahead and try your Number Neighbour," Mary shrugged. Sirius nodded, entered the number, and then sent a text that recounted a truly traumatic experience from his childhood. 

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⤌                  xxx-xxx-xxxx

??? - I remember when my mom would beat me with a log outside in front of her friends if I accidently made a small mistake and as my mom was beating me my dad would force my little brother to watch😄 This would go on for hours. The longest was 12 hours!☺️

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Sirius hit the send button and placed his phone down. "What if I texted that to a Police Officer?" he wondered aloud.

Marlene chimed in, her voice tinged with amusement. "Burn your phone. We'll change your name and everything." Everyone turned their gaze towards Marlene, and Regulus narrowed his eyes in disbelief. "Really?" he questioned.

Confusion washed over Marlene's face as she looked at everyone. "What? What did I say?" she asked, genuinely perplexed. 

"That was the best you could come up with? I feel insulted," Sirius exclaimed, shaking his head and mockingly wiping away a non-existent tear from his cheek. The collective agreement among everyone else confirmed that they too found the plan to be utterly foolish.

"I have a better idea," Sirius declared. "We should fake my death." Regulus chimed in, "I can get fake blood or real blood. Mulciber has been annoying lately."

"Awesome! Reggie will get the blood. Who's getting the knife or the dildo? I wanna go out sexy," Sirius declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he contemplated his grand exit. The room was filled with a combination of amusement and exasperation at Sirius' outrageous request.

"You're disgusting and into weird shit. I happen to have a collection of knives and dildos. I'll just bring one of each," Barty sighed, rolling his eyes at Sirius' unconventional tastes. Mary and Marlene exchanged a knowing look, having long grown accustomed to Sirius' peculiar sense of humor.

Marlene, always the creative one, stepped forward with a makeup kit in her hands. "Don't worry, Sirius. We'll make you look stunning, even in death," she assured him with a smirk, already envisioning the dramatic transformation they would undertake.

Mary nodded in agreement, her warm smile contrasting with the playful glint in her eyes. "We'll break you out of that funeral home, Sirius. No grave can hold the likes of you," she promised, her loyalty and dedication to their bold plan shining through.

Sirius let out a melodramatic sniff, feigning a tear rolling down his cheek. "My dear friends, you are the most wonderfully twisted individuals I've ever had the pleasure of knowing," he declared dramatically, causing laughter to fill the room. It was clear that no matter how absurd their endeavor, they were united in their camaraderie and unwavering support for one another “You guys care so much for me"

Regulus couldn't help but smirk in response to Sirius' comment. "No, no," he taunted. "We don’t care for you. We'll let your body be poked and prodded in some creepy lab."

Sirius gasped dramatically, his hand clutching his chest. "No! I'm far too attractive for people to lay eyes on my deceased self," he protested, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Marlene couldn't contain her laughter, while Barty snorted in amusement.

"Are you absolutely sure about that?" Barty interjected, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Last time I checked, nobody was lining up to date you. Remember that glorious day when you decided to dress as a stripper for our very first day of classes?"

Mary's curiosity was immediately piqued as she overheard the conversation. "Wait, what? I've never heard this story," she confessed, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Sirius felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he shot Barty a sharp glare.

"It never happened. Thats why"

"Oh, it most certainly happened," Marlene chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And guess what? I've got the pictures to prove it." She smirked, contemplating whether to share the incriminating evidence on social media “Maybe creepy instagram grandpas would like to see pictures?” 

"No!" Sirius blushes harder and stares incredously at Marlene.