"Oh, GODS no," was the raspy response from the person who had waltzed in. It was Alecto Carrow, making her way towards him through the dim light and the chaos of shipments and half-done things that she didn't pause to recognise or analyse. Even at this late hour she was dressed with a provocative edge, a short sheath dress with heels arching her pedicured feet. Her flaming red hair was resting, as usual, on her left shoulder.
"Is that the name of your erectile dysfunction doctor?" she said as she came to a halt right next to him behind the bar. From his position, he could possibly look all the way up her dress and she hardly cared. Sirius Black was the kind of conquest that had made her think of possibilities in life back in the day, but then he had abandoned the Black family for a ragtag group of so-called friends, rendering himself useless to her. But she thought of him often, and loved riling him up. It wasn't so much as an obsession, rather, it was an addiction that she would never admit to. His anger thrilled her, and here she was, after having a caustic enough exchange over the journals. "Hello, love. Missed me? Your answer is yes."