InsaneJournal

Sirius was leaning over the counter in the shop, his long arms draped over the surface with the kind of careless elegance that came naturally to him. He'd asked the bloke at the counter for Ariadne, who was apparently back in the stockroom (probably just to be difficult) but was being fetched. As he waited, the animagus swept his hair from his eyes, his attention drifting quickly over to tubes of paint that were arranged a little distance away, lined up in a rainbow of cylinders. Sirius fished his wand from his back pocket and summoned a tube of Gryffindor red over, catching it neatly and trying not to think of Lily's face as she told him he didn't have to use magic for every little thing.

Sirius unscrewed the cap, squeezing a drop of the vivid red paste onto his fingertip. He hadn't been sleeping too well these last few nights (Or even less well than he usually did.), finding himself jarring awake in the middle of the night with cold sweat on the back of his neck and the bedsheet twisted around him like a straightjacket.

Maybe he just missed Remus, but that thought made him feel so bloody pathetic he rather fancied the idea of crawling into a hole and hiding there until his balls grew back. He didn't even have James to talk to, which was just as bad. Without the pair of idiots he called his best mates, he was starting to find himself at something of a loose end. There was only so much flirting he could do before he got bored, after all, surprising as that was. He didn't think he'd hit that particular marker for a while.

Suddenly there was a person stood un front of him. Sirius look up sharply, then greeted Ariadne with his usual lazy grin. "Alright trouble?" Before she could do anything, he reached out with his painty finger and left a bright red smear across the bridge of her nose. "I'm bored."