Sirius Black | Steve Rogers
Oh, sure, Sirius already knew someone who could go around fighting animals and winning before cooking them for dinner (and maybe he could even do it himself if he was desperate enough), but when Regulus did it, it came with a side of contempt. And while that was probably well reasonable, considering, it didn't mean Sirius had to like it.
Not that he was sure that he'd like whatever was happening up here either, but everything smelled good even from a distance and Sirius was always both curious and social, so he saw absolutely no reason not to check it out. Mind, he had his wand in his pocket in case of emergency and wasn't fully open to the idea of trusting anyone he came across.
It was hard not to be paranoid in a place like this, full of questions and no answers.
He stepped close to the fire, peeking at the animal cooking there and feeling relieved it wasn't any kind of deer this time. "Wotcher?" He asked of the man poking at and turning the meat -- big guy, Sirius noted. Big shoulders. Little waist. Somber looking. That seemed to be something of a trend. "This a public event?"