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.
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.
I went to Sirius Satellite Radio and did my show, Rapping With Rip.
Beware the military-industrial complex.
He might have crawled up into the airing cupboard and died, but I mustn't get my hopes up.
If I had Sirius FM and fire-breathing in a giant puppy dragon, I'd be golden.
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.
Well, better expelled and able to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue," said Sirius.
Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.
You don’t understand — there are things worth dying for!