Sirius takes out the bike. Characters: Sirius, Harry Summary: Flying out
Sirius yawned and stretched, and then shifted back to human form and rubbed at the side of his neck. It was dark, and he had apparently dropped off at some point. Night hunts messed with his schedule, but fortunately that didn't matter much. He washed his face to help wake up, and then set off to explore the house.
Faelan was painting by firelight and spared him only a nod, and that belatedly. Gaius appeared to be out -- with his brothers, most likely, Sirius thought, trying to quell the momentary annoyance that he felt at the thought. He went out to the barn, hoping to find Harry, but Harry wasn't there. Furthermore, his broom was gone from the small section of the building that they had kept unchanged by the door.
His eye lit on his bike, and he scowled. It wasn't that he didn't want to take it out at soon as he saw it; it was that he wanted to take Harry along. They were nowhere near Greenwich, now, but they could find some other hill and sit in a warming charm, and talk. Sighing, he wheeled the bike out anyway. Better to fly alone than not at all.