"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Sirius says, his tone amused though he means it sincerely. Many of Sirius's own evenings are spent prowling the city, often as Padfoot. There isn't much to do in this city, he's found, outside of a pub. When he's not busy bothering Harry or Kieren, he wanders, stirring up trouble where he can with a well-placed spell here and an enchantment there.

The results, he's found, are much less satisfying when the victims are strangers who appear to have little to no senses of humor.

"Did you really expect so little of me?" he says, grin widening as he steps further into the circle, admiring the spray of dirt all around and the other side of the large metal slabs. "This is quite the arrangement. Why the circle? And the metal plates, are they mirrors to admire yourself as you work?"