@tom-brady-12 liked for a starter!
It was nice to visit muggle places. They were always so different from wizarding establishments, and seemed to have a magic of their own. The contraptions they used in lieu of magical methods always amazed and surprised Sirius, and he’d become so relaxed he’d almost forget he was a wizard. Or, on other nights after a pint or two, that muggles weren’t wizards.
He finished off his third glass of beer (disgusting, but so different to what he was used to) and leaned back on his stool. The pub was quiet enough, but there was still enough activity to keep him interested.
A flash of movement at the booth closest to him drew his attention and, once again having blurred the line between worlds, said the first thing that popped into his head once he recognised the object being tossed about.
“Mate,,” he said in an accent crisper than he was comfortable with; oh, how he wished he slurred instead, “what happened to your Quaffle?”
