Well, here it was. The flat Sirius had been assigned to live in. It didn't really seem like much. But it would do, he supposed. Until they found a way out of this bloody place, in the wrong bloody time.
He ran a hand through his hair, and then unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Perhaps he should have been a bit more startled at finding himself facing a wand, poised for the attack. But really, that wasn't what phased him at all. He was far more concerned with the the hand gripping that wand, and more specifically, the owner of that hand. "You."