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Sirius Black (the_grim) wrote in silverage,

"I wouldn't have thought the odds of us meeting in the first place were very high," he admitted, but there were a lot of assholes out there, so perhaps it was more likely than he'd thought to run into someone else who had been disowned.

He pulled a slight face when she implied he was from another time before releasing a half chuckle, half sigh. Of course, she was right, but he didn't think he'd come out and admitted it. It didn't really make a difference either way, he guessed, and it wasn't as if he was doing that great of a job at keeping his mind off things anyway.

"I'm more put off by the place than the time. Well, I'm the most put off by not having any of my things." And by things he meant money and James, he added wryly in his mind.

He wasn't honestly sure how he felt about any of it. He was overwhelmed and tired and poor and angry and relieved and too many emotions that conflicted and confused him. He'd been sleeping as a dog to lessen it all for a few hours at least and wasn't sure he saw that changing anytime soon.

"Suppose it could be worse though." He could be home and two of his friends could be dead.