I Bet On Losing Dogs

“Sirius,” he called, panting.Sirius turned back immediately, eyes wild.Stay. As he anticipated the word, he felt that familiar, stubborn tension where his tongue met his throat. He still got stuck sometimes, on sounds like ‘st’, or ‘str’. If he tried now, he’d stumble over stay.They couldn’t both get out. One of them would have to hurt.“Don’t come back.”—After a healing summer at the Potters’, Sirius is disappointed to find that his brother won’t talk to him. The little prat is hiding something, and Sirius is going to get to the bottom of it.

I made a post on my tumblr a few months ago about this idea I had. People wanted a longer version, and I’ve been working on it for a while. I didn’t want to start posting until I was a few chapters ahead, and now I am. This is the prologue. All other chapters will be longer and I’ll be updating once or twice a week.If you’re thinking, Bagsy, is this going to be another vague and inaccurate portrayal of what it’s like to live with a stutter?No.If you’re wondering, Bagsy, do you even have the knowledge or experience necessary to write a character with a speech disorder?Yes. It’s why I had this idea in the first place.I’ll drop more info about what Regulus is experiencing as it becomes more relevant. Enjoy this introduction for now.— bagsy