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[maraudingmutt]

[To say that Sirius Black was confused was more than just a bit of an understatement. To begin with, he'd been pretty sure he was dead. . . Then there was that little matter of . . .Well. . . The last he remember was being in the Department of Mysteries fighting Bellatrix Lestrange. Certainly not on a beach or anywhere near a beach. The man in his ragged robes tightened his grip on his wand, clearly more than a little on edge.

If you knew Sirius - or even if you'd only seen his younger self on the island at some point - you might not recognize this man as the same cheerful youth. His hair was untamed, down to his elbows and his face gaunt. The cheerful spark you might have noticed on his younger self was diminished replaced instead with a haunted look - the look of a man who had more than his fair share of troubles in his lifetime.

You might possibly be able to tell if you looked close enough. . . Or perhaps if you knew him well enough. . .But for the most part he was completely unrecognizable as the young man that ran the pet shop here on the island. He was also quite on edge - as if he expected someone to come out with their wands drawn at him any moment now.]

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[marauding-mutt.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, mate."

[This was in response to the first bit. He had been about to ask you which room was his but he'd just been taken off guard by your comment there. He self-consciously ran a hand through the tangle, not feeling that it really added much to his appearance. . .But maybe he'd pay special attention to making sure it looked good after his shower since you said something about it.]

" . . Yeah. You know I worked hard to achieve this style."

[There's a ghost of a grin.]

" . . . And don't work yourself too hard."

[marauding-wolf.livejournal.com]

Much harder than you need to. I'll see you later, Sirius.

{And he slipped out the door, leaving you to your own devices.}