Hehe.
Sirius Black had a choice to make. The red apple or the green? He silently wondered how his life had dwindled down to only fragments of what it used to be. Not that long ago an average day included things from the extravagant to the ordinary, but never had it been this mundane.
He picked up the red apple in his left hand and threw it into his right, to free it to lift the other fruit. Sirius weighed them like a balance scale in his palms before deciding that the green was the clearly the superior apple. He placed the other in a bowl with the rest of the fruit.
Sirius took his time bringing the apple to his mouth; he liked the nice rubbery feel of the skin and the almost perfect sphere shape. He let his fingers run over the stem and the one small bruise before finally taking a fleshy bite. Juice spurt from it and ran down his chin giving a nostalgic feeling of being about five years old and letting his pumpkin juice leak from the corners of his mouth.
He gruffly wiped his face on a raggedy sleeve of his bathrobe and bitterly decided that this apple was possibly the best damn apple he’d ever had. He went to the rubbish bin by the kitchen’s table and spit it out, followed quickly by the unfinished Granny Smith. The sweet taste was too much for him to handle after so many meals-gone-sour. He savored the irony for a moment before he went to a small wine cooler next to the bowl of fruit only to take out an unopened bottle of fire whiskey and popping it open.
He proceeded to drink almost three quarters of the bottle in about a half of an hour until his malnourished body passed out and his head banged hollowly on the kitchen table.
“Sirius?” Remus sighed with disgust at his friends’ slack body and the spittle on his chin and table. “What were you -?”
Sirius stirred fleetingly, “Bloody apple…”
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