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Sirius Black (the_grim) wrote in silverage,

He raised his brows, attempting to look impressed, but he looked more amused than anything else at her claim of a mansion. Not that he really thought she was trying to impress him, but it just struck him funny, especially if she was working at a library and movie theater and saving up money. “Well, I don’t know how anyone could turn down a tour of a mansion...” he replied with a grin.

“And we’d be helpless to keep our houses tidy without you lot. So don’t think us menfolk don’t know how essential you are to our lives,” he continued to tease before considering her question about his real story.

“I suppose I can skirt around the bits I don’t want to talk about and you’ll be none the wiser. I am, for the record, horribly offended that you don’t believe I could be a secret agent,” he said in a voice that didn’t sound offended at all.

Sirius took a last sip of his drink before setting the empty glass on the bar top. He stretched out his arms as if he was preparing to do some impressive feat instead of just giving her a bit of background on him.

“I come from money and I’ve never worked a day in my life. However, given that I’m a disgrace to my family, I was disowned … which turned out rather well for me, actually. Skip forward a few years and things that I don’t want to talk about went to hell and here I am, without much money to my name. I do have mates here though and it could be worse.” He shrugged. “Suppose that might bring up more questions than give answers, but it is a brief snapshot of my life.”