Bloody Petersen! Merlin, how Sirius hated him. It was one thing to fuck with him, it was a completely different to hurt Dominique. Sirius was seething. He wanted to go over and rip Petersen’s head off. If only he knew where ‘over’ was. When he aparated to Dom, his anger instantly lessened at the sight of her.
“Hey”, he said softly. Merlin, he hadn’t realized how awful she felt. “Err…” He wasn’t really good in this relationship-stuff and until now hadn’t felt the need to learn it. He climbed unto the bed to sit next to her and lay his arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards him. If felt the right thing to do. “I may… I’m going to decide that within the next few hours”, he answered her question. “I’m rather fond of the not mopey part-veela though.”