It was always a bit weird seeing himself just wandering about -- but he'd gotten over the weirdest part of it once he'd met Sirilla. He could handle seeing a version of himself that a was couple of years older after seeing a version of himself that had tits.
"Which me are you?" Sirius asked, still smiling easily. He knew he wasn't quite as good at this as some of the other Siriuses -- some of them got along so well together they had slept together though, so he didn't ever aspire to be quite that good. Admittedly, though, within the last few weeks, he had become a bit more curious about the other versions of himself. He'd talk to a few of them in passing on the journals, and seen a few in passing, but, aside from Sirilla, he hadn't really gotten chance to sit down and talk to any of them.
It seemed like now was a good opportunity to change all that.