Maybe if he didn't look at Snape. Maybe if he imagined it was... oh, Binns or something, talking to him. Someone annoying, but who didn't make him want to strangle them. Snape's explanation makes that impossible, however. There was a look on Sirius's face, as if he was going to mouth off about 'the darkest of magic', but Snape kept going and talk of murder and Voldemort was sufficiently intriguing to keep the potion master's belligerent audience quiet.
He gives Snape a long look, chewing on his distaste. This wasn't a conversation he wanted to have with Snape. He didn't want to have any conversation with Snape, he wanted to talk to Remus or Harry (or Dumbledore or Arthur or Kingsley or Frank or Emmeline or ANYONE) but they'd gone and left him here alone with this slimy, self-important git, who even Sirius had to admit probably knew what he was talking about (when it came to dark magic). Sighing, Sirius slouches down in his pew, folds his hands over his stomach, and talks to Snape as if they are... as if they were at an Order meeting, and Harry and Remus and the rest were there at the table. It made his heart ache, but if Voldemort was involved and Hermione was in danger, he needed to know how, and they needed a plan for what to do.
"There are books, of course - preservation of the self through inanimate objects is an old one. Intelligent portraiture is based on that sort of thing, but much lighter of course. My father's library had...let's call it a spectrum of books on the topic."
His great-great-grandfather had gotten a bit obsessed with it all, apparently. In Sirius's opinion, enchanted portraits, especially talking ones, were just an excuse for nosy wizards to but into affairs past their time and not their concern.
"An actual fragment of his soul...Hard things to hurt, souls - magic doesn't affect the divine," Sirius rubs his mouth, thinking aloud. He is in agreement with what's been said, even if not with the person who said it. "Not any of us as individuals. We might be able to make a great magical item - it wouldn't be the first, actually - but it would take time... Not any of us as individuals from our world. There are others, though."
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Maybe if he didn't look at Snape. Maybe if he imagined it was... oh, Binns or something, talking to him. Someone annoying, but who didn't make him want to strangle them. Snape's explanation makes that impossible, however. There was a look on Sirius's face, as if he was going to mouth off about 'the darkest of magic', but Snape kept going and talk of murder and Voldemort was sufficiently intriguing to keep the potion master's belligerent audience quiet.
He gives Snape a long look, chewing on his distaste. This wasn't a conversation he wanted to have with Snape. He didn't want to have any conversation with Snape, he wanted to talk to Remus or Harry (or Dumbledore or Arthur or Kingsley or Frank or Emmeline or ANYONE) but they'd gone and left him here alone with this slimy, self-important git, who even Sirius had to admit probably knew what he was talking about (when it came to dark magic). Sighing, Sirius slouches down in his pew, folds his hands over his stomach, and talks to Snape as if they are... as if they were at an Order meeting, and Harry and Remus and the rest were there at the table. It made his heart ache, but if Voldemort was involved and Hermione was in danger, he needed to know how, and they needed a plan for what to do.
"There are books, of course - preservation of the self through inanimate objects is an old one. Intelligent portraiture is based on that sort of thing, but much lighter of course. My father's library had...let's call it a spectrum of books on the topic."
His great-great-grandfather had gotten a bit obsessed with it all, apparently. In Sirius's opinion, enchanted portraits, especially talking ones, were just an excuse for nosy wizards to but into affairs past their time and not their concern.
"An actual fragment of his soul...Hard things to hurt, souls - magic doesn't affect the divine," Sirius rubs his mouth, thinking aloud. He is in agreement with what's been said, even if not with the person who said it. "Not any of us as individuals. We might be able to make a great magical item - it wouldn't be the first, actually - but it would take time... Not any of us as individuals from our world. There are others, though."