Siriusbinger Playlist (part two)
“Remus can tell when the clouds knit together that the storm is a Siriusbinger.
A Siriusbinger, for those unused to Remus’ world, is like a harbinger, only far more dangerous, loud, and unsubtle. It’s a shift in the weather, a change of humidity, a darkening or even brightening of the sky, or a new direction of the winds which bears with it a certain smell, imperceptible to most noses, but something Remus has long since trained himself to recognize. In his room, book propped open on his bent knees, hair uncombed, Remus pauses with a halfway bite into his sandwich. He strains to look out the window. Somewhere just beyond his reach is a rumble of thunder, low beneath the thick clouds but rolling closer, louder. The wind is shaking through the trees. The end-of-summer heat has a chill edge to it that signals rain. Remus knows that any sensible young man in his position would roll down the window and lock the shutters, but the storm isn’t a Siriusbinger for any one of those sensible young men.” (SBP)
