Our Bruised Arms Hung Up For Monuments (blanketforts Day 4)

Title: Our Bruised Arms Hung Up For Monuments
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them because I like them.
Wordcount: 1556
Prompt: First cup of tea on a freezing morning
Cups of tea consumed in the writing of this fic: 5 (+ the one I'm drinking now)
Notes: Title from Richard III. You are not seeing this. If you think this is a fic you're imagining things. Yes, indeedy. Because I have willpower and I am not doing blanketforts. No, I'm not.
....
I'm also a tea-whore.
For the sake of my sanity let's call this an extract from an unwritten 31-part series. I like my sanity. It's shiny and glitters when the wind blows.

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( In Which Sirius Black Claims to Have Been Burgled )