Sirius O. Black (pad_foot) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2011-11-09 09:36:00 |
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Sirius woke up in a bed that, although big, was still too small for the number of people occupying it. The wizard sat up with a groan, pushing his hair from his eyes and looking around at a tangle of limbs that, in the cold light of day, looked mundane and muggle enough to twist his stomach. For a moment he considered having a bit more fun with them, but then his stomach rumbled for breakfast and Sirius lost interest. He wasn’t one to play with the same toy twice, after all.
There weren’t any robes or long-sleeved shirts in the pile of clothes abandoned at the end of the bed, but there was a black t-shirt that Sirius shrugged on over a pair of dark jeans. A jacket he grabbed from the back of a chair covered the infamous mark on his forearm quite nicely. And they all fitted perfectly, which was good. Sirius might not have the same ‘shirt and tie’ obsession as his brother but he liked things to be fitted, if only because they showed he could afford them to be so. But he just couldn’t seem to keep clothes clean.
A few minutes later Sirius stepped out of the hotel lobby and into the main streets of Colligo, wand held loosely up his sleeve. He considered for a moment going to find Severus, but his friend had seemed a little… off when they’d spoken over that muggle device (Which Sirius had disposed of as soon as something else had become more fun) and Sirius wasn’t sure if ‘Off’-Severus was something he wanted to bother with before breakfast. The man had a horrible habit of bringing the mood down when he was in a grump.
Instead, Sirius stretched his arms up above his head until his spine cracked, lit up one of the cigarettes (Muggle things, and therefore completely disgusting.) that he’d found in his pocket, then wandered away to find some food. He couldn’t work out how to get back to London on an empty stomach, after all. And he’d used up a lot of his strength yesterday.