Who: Sirius and Rose What: A 'hey, I'm not dead!' visit. When: Mid-afternoon Where: Rose's flat Rating/Warnings: Sirius' foul mouth. As usual. Status: In progress/Closed.
Sirius knocked on Rose's door, beating out a jolly little rhythm against the wood before stepping back and bouncing from one foot to another in the hallway. He had spent today visiting various people, trying to console various upset relatives and friends and forget that Regulus was currently sulking around, ruining a perfectly good day. Rose was his second to last stop, and he even though in his head he'd only seen her yesterday, he was looking forward to offloading some of his spinning thoughts. And anyway, he was pretty sure she would smack him if he didn't show his face this evening.
He had already decided he was going to sleep on someones couch tonight. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about sleeping in a place he was forced to share with him again made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was too familiar, reminded him too much of a time he'd done everything he could to escape. In fact, the lack of Blacks in this place was one of the things he'd liked best. Now not only had he been dead for a week, shot in the head and been faced with the frankly terrifying spectacle of an overly emotional Hannah Abbott, he had also had that taken away from him.
The door eventually swung open, revealing a familiar head of blonde hair. Pushing his morbid thoughts aside, Sirius flashed his infamous wicked grin, hoisting one eyebrow up his pale brow.