There was a dog following Remus. Sirius could see it from his vantage point, skulking in the bushes. Not that Sirius was stalking or anything, well, he was kind of, but it wasn’t nesasarilly intentionsl. The Potter’s were just going on a tour of Europe this summer and of course they’d invited him, promised it would be cost free, but he didn’t want to intrude on them or their finances, so he’d made some flippant comment about “brotherly bonding” which had made James snort because really, a bond forming between Regulus and Sirius was about as likely to occur as one between water and oil. Still, he’d let it go. James was a good friend. He only told him to give his family hell and writr often. Sirius had told his fanily he was staying with the Potter’s. Not that they cared particularly, but he still felt like he should tell them. Sirius had found an abandoned mess of a shed in some dead part of Londan. It wasn’t much more then a place to park a motorbike and occasionally grab some sleep in, but it was well enough for Sirius. And he was fairly certain it raised his punk level by at least seventy percent, so there was that. The thing was, Sirius was lonely. He wrote James sometimes, and James wrote back, but they were always hurried snappets of things: brilliant food, warm beaches and cool mountains, tantalizing girls, (not that you’d be into that, mate. This is purely bragging here). Sirius had once endevoured to explain his sexuality to his friend, but all Jame had done was waggle his eyebrows and said “I think was you are is more lupussexual.” Had Sirius really said James was a good friend? James was terrible. The point was, that Sirius was alone. And bored. He couldn’t go visit Remus because Remus, being who he was, would immediatly pick up on the fact that Sirius was miserable, and then he would try to invite him to stay with them, and then Sirius would have to stand there and listen to Remus’ parents attempt to explain why that simply wasn’t an option, without giving away that their son was a werewolf. And he couldn’t stay with Peter because well, Peter was Peter and without James and Remus around, Sirius quickly grew bored of him. That is why he’s now crouched in the bushes, his dog eyes large and watchful, as Remus crosses the street and heads toward the park. This is all conpletly not stalking. It’s just logical. Well, it seemed like a more logical jump to make in his head anyways. “Sirius,” Remus says, and Sirius freezes, until Remus adds, “if you wanted to say hello you could have just knocked on my door instead of following me about” and he is so clearly talking to the dig thats followibg him that Sirius is glad he is also in dog form so that he can’t betray himself with an indignant huff of laughter, because that dog is so clearly not him. The dog only stares at Remus, because it is nothing more then a dog and no matter how much Remus stares at it, it can not change into anything other then what it is. “You’re not Sirius are you?” Remus says at last. The dog yips, wiggling towards him, wagging his tail happily. Remus knells down to pet him. Sirius is vaugley jealous of a mangy street mutt.
