Date: 25th July Time: Mid-morning Location: Grimmauld Place Characters: Sirius Black and Amarissa Cross Rating: G
The old woman stepped out and he couldn't swerve left into the pavement. The right hand lane was empty, so he'd gone that way. Unfortunately he'd over-compensated, and clipped the back of a car parked on the curb. The back end of the bike had swung ninety-degrees, not quite taking Sirius with it. There'd been a fuss, but since Sirius had stood up and chatted with the couple of passers-by, they'd agreed that there was no need to call an ambulance. Sirius had said he'd knock on the door of the car's owner, and call the police himself.
James had already filled him in on the occupant of number thirteen. They strongly suspected she was a witch, but even that was no guarantee she wouldn't report it. His best bet was to offer to pay for the damage, and that she'd leave it there. If not there were a whole host of problems; lack of insurance, licence, valid identity in the eyes of the muggle authorities. Sirius had wheeled the bike to number twelve, then returned to number thirteen.
He knocked at the door and brought up a hand to his head. His hands were scraped and bleeding, and his hair felt a little sticky where he'd landed on his head. Sirius hadn't been knocked out though, so he thought it probably felt and looked a little worse than it actually was.