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Sirius Black (the_grim) wrote in silverage,

Padfoot huffed out a breath when she unlocked the door, but didn't open it. He sat there for a moment, just in case she was making him wait, but since patience wasn't something he had an abundance of, he concluded quickly enough that he was going to have to open the door on his own.

Which completely ruined his cute dog entrance, but whatever. At least she'd unlocked it.

Of course, he also considered staying right where he was and howling until she gave in and opened the door herself, but that seemed counter productive to his goal.

After a glance up and down the hall to make sure he was still alone, he turned back into himself, disinclined to paw at or slobber all over the door handle. Letting himself in, he closed it behind himself and moved to the couch, gazing down at her with an arched brow. "Honestly, Evans, what if that had been some poor starving dog out there?"