The words caused a bitter smile to form on his lips, and quill poised to write the (not so) witty retort that sprang to mind he found that it would not move across the page, nor leave even the smallest of ink blots anywhere on the parchment. She'd actually hexed the journal to prevent him from writing anything further, and not being able to reply sent him into a tailspin. He would have to go to her now. Just to get one last word, any word, in. He wondered if she had planned it that way. She certainly knew him well enough to know that he would feel the need to respond to that.
Sirius decided not to give her the satisfaction. He was pissed off, he was still angry from when she had left on a whim with her son just a few days prior. And he felt he was justified for that anger. She was his wife, and as such, he should have been privy to every fucking move she made. The real anger though had only come when he had found out who she was going away with, a man he considered an enemy though that man was born of his own flesh. Let her forgive and forget all she pleased, but Sirius? Would never. And he certainly wasn't going back to her home. Not now, not ever. Why leave a place where he had been damn near coddled? Why leave a place where the lady of the house treated him with reverence and kindness, as a husband should be treated? Why leave when he was feeling quite content to be where he was at the moment, along with the added bonus of completely pissing her off?
"Bloody hell," he murmured before penning a note to his hostess to make his excuses before summoning an elf to deliver it. It wasn't five minutes later that he crossed the wards of his wife's home and stalked from room to room in search of her. Finally happening upon her in her study, he flung the door wide and leaned against the frame, arms folded across his chest as he stared at the figure of the only woman to stir such feelings of mayhem and malice in him.
"Your journal's broken," he stated in an even tone before stepping the rest of the way into the room, moving in a straight line until he was stopped by her desk. "You wanted me here, so obliging as I am, I am giving you the next five minutes to convince me to stay, or to convince me to seek residence with the pretty blonde I've been playing house with since you've been gone." Reaching into an inner pocket of the coat he wore, he pulled out a pocket watch and pressed a small button at the top as if to time the conversation. "Five minutes. Go."