Sleigh 4:Sabrina and Sirius (UTC +2 to +4)
Sirius chuckled, as much for this new set of monikers as the bullshit about the idea of a self-proclaimed prince (not that he didn't believe her, simply that his own family had thought they were as good as royalty, too, and it was always bullshit). "Your life is bloody ridiculous, luv," he said, and he sounded amused and charmed, and not at all disbelieving; there was little Sirius Black couldn't take in his stride, and she had the cadence of someone who was telling the truth. "No wonder the bus nabbed you — probably thought you needed some light-hearted ludicrousness."
Casually, he leaned over and flipped the switch that would start playing Christmas songs at a low-volume, fiddling with it until it started playing something he recognised, Chuck Berry's 'Run Rudolph Run'. Better a clay demon than your own brother, he thought, but didn't say —that thought took him to his own little brother, dead and gone for reasons that were even more stupid and pointless than fighting the devil's own daughter for the throne of Hell.
"I've only got a couple of titles I'm proud of," Sirius offered, figuring that he would share some of his own stuff with her. "Padfoot, from my mates, vigilante — all of us were fighting in a war against a Dark Lord, before we came here — and godfather — James and his wife made me godfather to their son when he was born, about fourteen and a half months ago for me, fifteen months for James."
And then, in a slightly different tone, with a glance at Sabrina to indicate that he was trusting her to be both respectful and careful with this information about James and his family. "Neither of them is here right now, and they were in mortal danger when he last saw them, so it's a sore subject for him. Something we've been working on is how to change things when either of us gets back, though obviously, it's slow going."