There's a Mirror On the Wall

Eventually I stopped wanting to hibernate yesterday. This morning is chilly again, but less grey than yesterday.

Morning routine is complete except for putting on trousers, and I need to go do laundry. (Procrastinating on laundry because I don't have the spoons for it, but at the same time, I'm running out of trousers. And I don't have the spoons to sew more, either.)

I did get words yesterday, so have a snippet!

Follows on A Step Into the Past:

"The dead traitor should not be meddling."

The voice makes Sirius spin around, staring at where Kreacher is standing, quietly glaring, beside the door.

"What?"

"The dead traitor heard Kreacher. You should not be meddling."

"I wasn't trying to meddle like that!" Sirius gestures frustratedly at the tapestry, which still feels weirdly smug. How does a bloody tapestry feel smug? "Wait." He blinks, staring back at Kreacher. "You can see me. And you can hear me."

"Of course Kreacher can hear the dead traitor. The dead traitor is family." There's an unspoken sense that Kreacher deeply disapproves of that.