Sirius Black (the_last_black) wrote in tempus_fugit, @ 2008-06-23 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: sirius black, location: muggle london, status: complete |
Date: 23 June 2001
Time: Morning
Characters: Sirius Black and Daniel Evans(npc)
Location: Evan's motor repairs, London
Rating: G
The garage smelled as it should; an addictive blend of petrol, oil and metal that made Sirius grin in appreciation. It took him a while to find the blue pair of legs sticking out from under a small battered-looking yellow car. Sirius knelt down beside them and tilted his head, peering through the darkness of the car's undercarriage towards an ear, and a tangle of dark hair.
"It's dripping at the back, you know," Sirius said, just catching the stealthy oil leak below the thrum of the cars engine. The pair of legs twitched and the ear shot upwards, cracking its owner's head into the car. Sirius winced and stood up. That's that then. Unless he gives you a job because of concussion!
The owner of the blue legs stood up from beneath the car, rubbing a red mark that just disappeared into his dark-brown hairline. Far from angry, the man looked somewhat embarassed.
"Sorry about that," Sirius said with a grin, he offered his hand "Zachary Black."
"Daniel Evans," the man returned, wiping his hand off on his blue overalls before shaking Sirius' hand. Evans, that had to be a sign from the Gods. His hand felt a little greasy when Daniel pulled it away, then wiped his hand across his slightly damp forehead, leaving a dirty mark. Sirius smiled, he liked the guy already.
"How can I help?" Daniel asked, looking for all the world like his only company were the cars and motorbikes. He seemed quite timid, but his smile seemed genuine and he looked curious.
"I'm new to the area, looking for some work. I'm good with bikes, saw this place and thought I'd ask," Sirius was willing to bet Daniel didn't socialise much. He was looking him over with little consideration for whether Sirius would notice.
"I don't own the place, my dad does-" Shit "but he was talking about taking on someone else in here. He's getting on a bit, and I can't keep up with all the new business," he flushed as if he had said too much. Sirius thought it sounded ideal, a small company building themselves up. He could probably persuade the father to let him work for cash too. If not Sirius had rather a problem; he didn't exist on the muggle records, therefore he couldn't pay tax. As for Daniel, he was almost certain he could convince him of anything. However, over-playing the game was as destructive as playing it badly.
"All right Daniel, if you speak to your dad, I'll come along tomorrow and give you a hand for nothing. Then you can tell him what you think," an expression of relief passed over Daniel's features, and he smiled for the first time without looking shy.
"That sounds good, Zachary."
"Zach," Sirius supplied.
"I open up at eight," Daniel said, picking up a rag that looked dirtier than his hands and wiping them on it.
"My favourite time of the day," they grinned at each other like idiots, and Sirius left, wondering if Daniel was just lonely in this place.