Sirius cast a glance into the birds direction before he deemed it unimportant. What was it doing on the train? It was the second one he had seen so far. Maybe someone secretly bred them. The thought made him snort inwardly. People had all kinds of strange hobbies.
"A few days ago," he said, pausing shortly to watch her sort throught the clothes. His body leaned against one of the shelves. "I think the good ones are already gone." He hadn't found anything decent for himself, so he had picked a few from the not so decent ones and decided to wait for the next stop.