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Sirius turned and pushed through the kitchen door, feeling his face burning. He needed to get it together. He was Sirius Fucking Black. He did not get flustered. He made people flustered. It was time to wield some of that power.
But then he turned around just as the man was pulling the apron over his worn Nirvana t-shirt and tying it around his waist. He folded his forearms over his chest and looked at Sirius expectantly.
Sirius’s mind seemed to take on a life of its own.
He’s looking at me, why is he looking at me? Um, maybe because you’re the teacher? You have to be the teacher now. OK, but he looks really fucking good in that apron. Stop it. People wear aprons all the time. It’s fine. It’s totally fine.
“It’s fine,” Sirius said out loud.
And then he pointed at the man with finger guns.
Finger. Guns. He had to walk away.
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