Hearing the bell at the door tinkle, and wondering just who it could be, Sirius emerged from a large, oaken cabinet with a feather duster at the ready. From the outside, it looked like a regular piece of antique furniture. Inside, the closet easily had room enough to fit a small department store.
Brushing dust particles off his shoulders distractedly, Sirius wandered to the front of the store. "Hullo, how may I-"
Sirius stopped mid-sentence when his eye caught the distinct shock of red hair. A wolfish grin appeared. "Well, well, this is a pleasant surprise, Weasley! I honestly didn't expect you to make a personal delivery for me."