Gloria looked at Sirius, who was lying in her lap, and ran her fingers through his hair. It was very soft, exactly like when he turned into Padfoot. The ends of his hair were a bit long, and Gloria's fair fingers gently combed through them, occasionally twisting the tips around playfully with practiced ease—clearly, she did this often.
Sirius felt the soothing touch and closed his eyes. Clearly, his Lia was such a tender girl, but born in the dark, one had to wear a protective cloak of gloom.
That snow-white raven stood proudly above all others on the highest branch, soaring across the vault of the sky, looking down from above, as proud as she was lonely.
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