When: Present Day (Game Time) - Very Early Morning Where: Sirius Black’s Flat With: Sirius @heirofdisappointment
The first ribbons on sunrise were just hitting the edge of the window when Peter heard the key turn in the lock. He was expecting a pause of some kind, a realisation, Sirius clocking his wards had been broken, that someone was in his flat. Honestly, Peter suspected they weren’t his frie- the man’s best, but whether that was Sirius self-destructing or a drop in skill he couldn’t tell.
Peter was sat at the kitchen table, hands clasped in front of him and a very heavy weight in his breast, comprised of his past choices and a letter he’d promised to deliver over five years ago. He’d prepared for this meeting, cleaned himself up, shaved, cut his mangled hair, had new clothes. It was the closest he’d come to looking like his old self. Though the sharpened, lean features brought on by years of hardship killed any illusion things hadn’t changed.
He didn’t have much longer to dwell with his thoughts as the door opened and, too soon, Sirius was in the kitchen, looking at him. Peter’s breath caught in his throat, then he exhaled shakily. He slowly pushed up off the chair and stepped to the side, body fully visible.
“Hello Padfoot.” he voice just the same, a breathy whisper you had to listen for carefully.
