"t h e r a p y"
Jan. 21st, 2009 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wunderkindsometimes you want to do a meme but then you make it a post instead.
[It happens with increasing regularity: the eldest son of Orion and Walburga Black, heir to the family name and fortune, favored pureblood son, gets horribly, blackly depressed.
It isn't a little thing. It's a deep mire of a thing, without source or cure. One evening, fine, and then in the morning he's laying in bed staring at the canopy far above his head, with no will to climb out and no desire to do anything but continue to lay there. No suicidal impulses; he's not prone to theatrics. What he's prone to is a mood so dark that he can't get out from beneath its shadow. His mother calls it sulking, and she does not permit it--especially not on the day of a party.
The party itself isn't until the evening. But there are preparations that must be made, and Sirius needs to leave Grimmauld Place so he isn't infecting everyone with his sulking--at least, that's what Walburga tells Sirius' valet, when she sends him up to fetch Sirius down.
He has the hangings drawn, the curtains shut. He isn't sulking, and he isn't sad. Even anger seems too much an effort right now. It's hot in his room, but he can't be arsed to do anything about it.]
[It happens with increasing regularity: the eldest son of Orion and Walburga Black, heir to the family name and fortune, favored pureblood son, gets horribly, blackly depressed.
It isn't a little thing. It's a deep mire of a thing, without source or cure. One evening, fine, and then in the morning he's laying in bed staring at the canopy far above his head, with no will to climb out and no desire to do anything but continue to lay there. No suicidal impulses; he's not prone to theatrics. What he's prone to is a mood so dark that he can't get out from beneath its shadow. His mother calls it sulking, and she does not permit it--especially not on the day of a party.
The party itself isn't until the evening. But there are preparations that must be made, and Sirius needs to leave Grimmauld Place so he isn't infecting everyone with his sulking--at least, that's what Walburga tells Sirius' valet, when she sends him up to fetch Sirius down.
He has the hangings drawn, the curtains shut. He isn't sulking, and he isn't sad. Even anger seems too much an effort right now. It's hot in his room, but he can't be arsed to do anything about it.]
