Sirius — it’s me. . . it’s Peter. . . your friend. . . you wouldn’t. . . ” Black kicked out and Pettigrew recoiled. “There’s enough filth on my robes without you touching them,” said Black.
You don’t understand — there are things worth dying for!
I went to Sirius Satellite Radio and did my show, Rapping With Rip.
Well, better expelled and able to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue," said Sirius.
I have a radio show on Sirius XM. I put it up as a free download on my Soundcloud and on iTunes. That's a portal for me once a month, to play songs I know aren't getting played on that station the rest of the week.
Beware the military-industrial complex.
If I had Sirius FM and fire-breathing in a giant puppy dragon, I'd be golden.
Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.
He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
