Sirius raised his brows, his body tensing when she pointed her wand at him. He didn’t pull his own at this point since he imagined that really would get them hexing each other and he would really rather avoid that. He relaxed some when she let her wand rest across her stomach, but he knew he wasn’t out of the woods.
“Haven’t eaten yet. I went to Remus’ for a bit and then came here,” he explained, moving to take a seat in one of the chairs. Resting his hands on his thighs, he huffed out a sigh and figured he’d rather get this over with than dance around it, being cool to each other.
“I shouldn’t have acted like I could tell you what to do. I was just blindsided,” and he had known it would piss her off, but he truthfully couldn’t understand why she would even want to spend time with Snape and did worry that she was in danger in his slimy company. It made him wonder if she’d ever tried to rekindle her friendship with Snape back home and he’d just never been aware of it.