It always unnerved Sirius when Fenrir would sniff those he found. The more terrified seventh years who they’d come across in the past would always buckle under the pressure and start sobbing, whereas others just often wore a confused look. Sirius didn’t think it was important to do at all, but he knew it best to just humour Fenrir. He’d stop him before he’d left him feast on human blood, so as long as he wasn’t biting anyone, Sirius let him do whatever he wanted. “Lycan blood? Well congratulations, looks like you’ve found your own little puppy, how about you let it run along now and let it go bite some people so you don’t have to?” He answered sarcastically. But Fenrir didn’t seem to be stopping yet, and Sirius tapped his foot impatiently against the floor, looking bored. “Anytime today, Greyback. Got a girlfriend to get back to, I’m sure you remember.” Fenrir wasn’t listening, and something seemed to make him recoil.
Sirius froze at what he said, and tried his hardest to not let it show on his face. It was likely that Fenrir could’ve mistaken his scent for hers, especially when the breeze in the air was blowing towards her…but to smell Embry too? There was a very few ways that could be the reason, and Sirius could only think of one clear one… that this could be the person Embry had told him to look for. Their child. Their…daughter? Sirius wanted to shake his head in disbelief, that Embry got her wish for a little girl, but he still had to keep all of it off his face, and he dug his nails into his palm. “Nope, nothing to do with me, not a friend of mine. Never seen her before, how about we just leave her to whatever she’s doing? Seems harmless to me.” But when he saw Fenrir grab her hand, his insides turned to jelly, and he wanted to pounce. But he didn’t seem to be hurting her too badly, and definitely wasn’t holding her tight enough that she couldn’t try and fight him off. “Let me see.” He said, as calmly as possible, and pushed Fenrir’s hand aside, though it took a lot of effort. He took her hand in his, and stared at the ring for a long time. It was his. Identically. It had been a ring that had once belonged to Phineas Nigellus Black, and though Sirius despised his family, he’d always been fond of that particular item, so the night his parents threw him out, he’d been sure to take it with him. There was no reason why she should have it…unless it really was the same one.
Taking a step back though, Sirius threw his head back, and burst out laughing. “Are you blind, old dog? Of course that’s not my ring, it looks completely different!” He shoved his own ring on his finger, and waved it at him. “Honestly, are you blind as well as stupid today? Maybe I should find you a letterbox or street lamp for you to hump.” He teased, though he grabbed a hold of the girl’s arm. If his suspicions were correct…he needed to get her out of the way. “I’ll take this one into the Ministry myself, you keep looking?” He stared at Greyback, and lifted an eyebrow. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Or do you just not like the way I’m doing things? Because I don’t care whether you do or not.” He turned to the girl though, and stared at her. “But just to prove my dear friend wrong, exactly where did you get that ring from? A friend? A love token from a boyfriend? Is he lurking around too? Two for one isn’t a bad deal.”