Strange as it might be, Sirius finds some comfort in this weather, the dreary clouds and drearier haze of drizzle so much like that of the city he'll never see again. Even if he were to return somehow, knowing what he does of what's to become of him, there's very little chance he'd see London again for years and years, his view relegated to a four bare walls and a Dementor's gaping maw.
So he'll enjoy this while he can, and take in something wholly unlike home while he's at it.
Sirius hasn't seen a beach in years, not since he, Lily, and James went on holiday in Brighton. That was just before the war really started, before all thoughts of day trips became little more than far off dreams. It'd been a nicer, much warmer experience, but this has some level of charm to it as well. Somewhere.
Wind whips at his hair and he hunches into his coat, considers casting a warming spell more than once, but mentally talks himself out of it each time. It feels a bit like cheating, if he's honest. He's here to experience the elements in all their glory, it's no good to arrange things to his comfort.
He's just stepping onto a wooden walkway when a figure apparates right before him in a rather smart, black coat that, for the moment, is entirely dry.
"Ah," Sirius says, stopping short in surprise. He notes the expression of pure confusion on the man's face and lets out a breath of a laugh, "Not where you were planning to arrive, then. Go on, give it another go."
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Date: 2016-02-24 09:17 pm (UTC)So he'll enjoy this while he can, and take in something wholly unlike home while he's at it.
Sirius hasn't seen a beach in years, not since he, Lily, and James went on holiday in Brighton. That was just before the war really started, before all thoughts of day trips became little more than far off dreams. It'd been a nicer, much warmer experience, but this has some level of charm to it as well. Somewhere.
Wind whips at his hair and he hunches into his coat, considers casting a warming spell more than once, but mentally talks himself out of it each time. It feels a bit like cheating, if he's honest. He's here to experience the elements in all their glory, it's no good to arrange things to his comfort.
He's just stepping onto a wooden walkway when a figure apparates right before him in a rather smart, black coat that, for the moment, is entirely dry.
"Ah," Sirius says, stopping short in surprise. He notes the expression of pure confusion on the man's face and lets out a breath of a laugh, "Not where you were planning to arrive, then. Go on, give it another go."