it had been three years since sirius black had seen anyone but his fellow prisoners and ministry officials. then, suddenly, he’d been dropped into the middle of a time paradox, given his freedom, and allowed free roam of hogsmeade. what was sirius doing with this new power on a friday evening? he was on the hunt. his third target of the night had just walked away from him with a less than polite rejection. at this point, he was just throwing darts at a wall. then, into the three broomsticks walked who was quite possibly the most beautiful woman that sirius had ever laid eyes on. he reached over the bar to pour a pair of drinks and make his way over. “all of this time travel is proper weird, isn’t it?” he held one of the drinks forward a bit. “i’m sirius. cheers.” @magiikcs
