"Anyone's guess," Sirius replies with a flippant wave of his hand, which he then quickly uses to grab the bottle of vinegar at the side of the table, drizzling a fair amount over the basket of chips. "I got one as well when I arrived. There should be a key in there too, and an address for where you'll be staying. Oh, and something called a mobile my godson swears is useful."
Said mobile has been on Sirius's night table since the nearly the moment of his arrival. As far as he's been able to tell so far, despite what Harry's told him, he really sees not much use for it at all.
"Here," Sirius says then, nudging the basket toward Kell. "Try a chip, it'll make the loss of reason easier to digest."
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Date: 2016-02-29 06:35 am (UTC)Said mobile has been on Sirius's night table since the nearly the moment of his arrival. As far as he's been able to tell so far, despite what Harry's told him, he really sees not much use for it at all.
"Here," Sirius says then, nudging the basket toward Kell. "Try a chip, it'll make the loss of reason easier to digest."