[ It's strange, really, how quickly Sirius is able to instill himself into the homes of other people. Take James, for example. He had himself a perfect little flat, just right for an up-and-coming wizard with a couch that was exactly the right length to stretch out on for a good rest. Sirius had managed to mooch off a rent free existence for nearly three months before Lily gave him an unsubtle boot out the door, barely enough time for him to fetch his toothbrush and spare set of boots before the lock was turned.
And now there's Remus' place, which is not nearly as nice as James' (and his couch, Merlin, don't get Sirius started) but is perhaps even easier for Sirius to take up residence in, what with Remus having a job and no live in girlfriend to speak of. Really, the only complaint Sirius has is how bloody freezing it gets -- he's never been any good with warming spells, they all tend to dissipate as his attention wanders.
He's taken over the centre of the living room when Remus finally gets home, sheets and blankets pulled from all manner of places (including Remus' bed) piled in a cozy heap before the awful couch. ] Your radiator is awful. It smells of burnt hair and sadness.
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And now there's Remus' place, which is not nearly as nice as James' (and his couch, Merlin, don't get Sirius started) but is perhaps even easier for Sirius to take up residence in, what with Remus having a job and no live in girlfriend to speak of. Really, the only complaint Sirius has is how bloody freezing it gets -- he's never been any good with warming spells, they all tend to dissipate as his attention wanders.
He's taken over the centre of the living room when Remus finally gets home, sheets and blankets pulled from all manner of places (including Remus' bed) piled in a cozy heap before the awful couch. ] Your radiator is awful. It smells of burnt hair and sadness.