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Sirius looked around the pub. It was as dim and cozy as he'd left it, and perhaps even a bit more cheery. That was probably because he didn't come feeling down and looking to get smashed like he did the last time. His cupboards were bare, as usual, and when he realized his puppy was eating better than he was he decided it was time for a small treat. Pub food might not be the most nutritious choice but it was convenient and comforting.
"Can I get you a pint, m'boy?" the barkeep asked with a toothy grin. He was an elderly man who had a face that wrinkled wonderfully when he smiled.
Ah, no thanks, not tonight. I want to get home knowing my left from my right," Sirius chuckled sheepishly, popping the last chip into his mouth.
"The future missus would be happier with you, I suppose." The old man picked up a glass to shine.
Sirius rested an arm on the bar and propped his chin up. "Well, I reckon she'd give me a lick even if I came home pissed. She's pretty good that way."
"A lick," the old man replied, sounding somewhat awed. "Young people are so bold these days."
Sirius took a sip of water and nodded. "She jumps right on top of me when I walk through the door. It's nice knowing there's someone waiting for me at home, you know?"
The barkeep swallowed audibly. "Oh, my. She seems very keen on you, that's what. But then you do have that look about you. I bet you've a queu right outside your door." He noticed a table of young ladies eyeing Sirius from their table near the windows. "And that queu follows you where you go, it seems," he chuckled.
Sirius nodded distractly, taking no notice. "But then Prongs said something about waiting for The One to drop from the sky, and I wonder if that really is what I'm doing? I mean, Sheep's a bit of all right, but she's a dog, you know?"
"That's not a nice thing to say," the barkeep replied, lining up glasses for the upcoming happy hour. "But if you know she's not the one for you, then why string her along? No doubt you're experience at breaking hearts but you should take care, m'boy. What goes around comes around, as they say."
Sirius hummed, not really hearing anything besides the incessant chatter of his mind. "Moony says I'll be the cat lady of the lot, except I'm a bloke and I'll have dogs. But why should I give a toss what Moony says? Prongs reckons we fight like an old married couple."
The old man suddenly gave a bark of laughter, startling Sirius out of his reverie and garnering curious looks from all around the small pub. "Oh, my dear lad. Perhaps you needn't wait for The One a moment longer," he said between chuckles.
"Erm, sorry?" Sirius replied intelligently.
"I married the one with whom I fought like ‘an old married couple.' I figured we were half-way there," the old man said, smiling fondly.
It was Sirius' turn to laugh.
"Can I get you a pint, m'boy?" the barkeep asked with a toothy grin. He was an elderly man who had a face that wrinkled wonderfully when he smiled.
Ah, no thanks, not tonight. I want to get home knowing my left from my right," Sirius chuckled sheepishly, popping the last chip into his mouth.
"The future missus would be happier with you, I suppose." The old man picked up a glass to shine.
Sirius rested an arm on the bar and propped his chin up. "Well, I reckon she'd give me a lick even if I came home pissed. She's pretty good that way."
"A lick," the old man replied, sounding somewhat awed. "Young people are so bold these days."
Sirius took a sip of water and nodded. "She jumps right on top of me when I walk through the door. It's nice knowing there's someone waiting for me at home, you know?"
The barkeep swallowed audibly. "Oh, my. She seems very keen on you, that's what. But then you do have that look about you. I bet you've a queu right outside your door." He noticed a table of young ladies eyeing Sirius from their table near the windows. "And that queu follows you where you go, it seems," he chuckled.
Sirius nodded distractly, taking no notice. "But then Prongs said something about waiting for The One to drop from the sky, and I wonder if that really is what I'm doing? I mean, Sheep's a bit of all right, but she's a dog, you know?"
"That's not a nice thing to say," the barkeep replied, lining up glasses for the upcoming happy hour. "But if you know she's not the one for you, then why string her along? No doubt you're experience at breaking hearts but you should take care, m'boy. What goes around comes around, as they say."
Sirius hummed, not really hearing anything besides the incessant chatter of his mind. "Moony says I'll be the cat lady of the lot, except I'm a bloke and I'll have dogs. But why should I give a toss what Moony says? Prongs reckons we fight like an old married couple."
The old man suddenly gave a bark of laughter, startling Sirius out of his reverie and garnering curious looks from all around the small pub. "Oh, my dear lad. Perhaps you needn't wait for The One a moment longer," he said between chuckles.
"Erm, sorry?" Sirius replied intelligently.
"I married the one with whom I fought like ‘an old married couple.' I figured we were half-way there," the old man said, smiling fondly.
It was Sirius' turn to laugh.