From a distance, Sirius spots a man with a pipe of some sort sticking out of a satchel. Could it really be...
"Dung!" he shouts, striding quickly towards him. He hasn't seen his old pal Mundungus Fletcher in ages. Knowing Dung, there must be some really interesting items in that satchel.
He looks curiously at the man approaching him. "Sorry, what?" Dung? Ford glances quickly at his shoes to see if he has inadvertently stepped in something. No. Perhaps it's some sort of ritual greeting where this man comes from. "Shit!" Ford shouts back cheerfully.
"Deal gone wrong, Dung?" Good ol' Dung, always cheerful even when cursing up a storm. Molly Weasley could say what she wants about Dung, but Sirius would always consider him a right bloke and a good mate.
But as he approached Dung and was about to give him a man-hug and ask what good stuff was in the satchel, he suddenly realised that Dung was not Dung at all.
"Oh - sorry 'bout that, mate. Thought you were someone else, an old friend." He held out his hand. "Sirius Black."
"Nice to meet you, too. You a student here?" Sirius examined his robes. They didn't look wizarding, but then again Sirius wasn't up on the latest wizarding fashions in other parts of the world.
"Professor, actually. Muggle Studies. I'm just back from a bit of a research expedition. And you? You're a student? Professor? Random psychopathic deity?"
"Muggle Studies? Ah, one of the classes I probably would've done well to take back when I was in school the first time around. Was quite a shock when I had to live in the Muggle world for a year and a half without much knowledge beyond how to enchant a motorbike to fly." He gestured at the hookah in Ford's satchel. "Research on Muggle mind-altering substances?"
Sirus couldn't help but laugh softly at the idea of himself being a professor. "I'm a student, I suppose you could say, although I've already had a magical education. I'm mainly here for the people. My godson and most of my mates are back here at Hogwarts, and so that's why I'm here. It's changed a lot since my first time around."
"Experience is the best sort of research." He looks thoughtfully at the pipe. "It would make for an interesting class topic."
"You should sign up for the class. I'm sure you learned a lot living with them, but there's always more to find out. For instance, I spent 15 years studying earthlings muggles, and I still can't figure out why they're so keen on digital watches."
Sirius chuckled. "If you need any information about Muggle mind-altering substances, well...one might say I'm a bit of an expert." Jim Morrison sure had taught him a lot about those Muggle drugs. Jim's instruction had built nicely upon the foundation Sirius and James had constructed during their teenage years.
"I don't usually take classes, having gone through them the first time around, but I could definitely do with a bit of formal education on Muggles." Sirius had actually found their ways quite fascinating. It was one of the things that had always tickled Jim. "Yeah, maybe I'll sign up."
He looked at his bare wrist. "Can't quite say I understand the digital watch thing either. If you're going to own a watch, wouldn't you rather it told you what you should be doing or where someone is rather than a set of numbers?"
"Fantastic. I'll keep you in mind in case I need any help with my 'research'. Or if I need a test subject for class." It was a joke. Sort of. "Do sign up. Or just show up. Formal isn't exactly the word I'd use to describe the education provided in this school."
Sirius took Ford, well, seriously. "If you want to test that hookah you've got, I won't say no. And I wouldn't mind helping you with your research if you need an assistant at any point."
The offer came out before he even had a chance to think about it. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he could see Remus nodding approvingly.
"Dung!" he shouts, striding quickly towards him. He hasn't seen his old pal Mundungus Fletcher in ages. Knowing Dung, there must be some really interesting items in that satchel.
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But as he approached Dung and was about to give him a man-hug and ask what good stuff was in the satchel, he suddenly realised that Dung was not Dung at all.
"Oh - sorry 'bout that, mate. Thought you were someone else, an old friend." He held out his hand. "Sirius Black."
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He shakes Sirius' hand. "Ford Prefect. Nice to meet you."
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Sirus couldn't help but laugh softly at the idea of himself being a professor. "I'm a student, I suppose you could say, although I've already had a magical education. I'm mainly here for the people. My godson and most of my mates are back here at Hogwarts, and so that's why I'm here. It's changed a lot since my first time around."
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"You should sign up for the class. I'm sure you learned a lot living with them, but there's always more to find out. For instance, I spent 15 years studying earthlings muggles, and I still can't figure out why they're so keen on digital watches."
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"I don't usually take classes, having gone through them the first time around, but I could definitely do with a bit of formal education on Muggles." Sirius had actually found their ways quite fascinating. It was one of the things that had always tickled Jim. "Yeah, maybe I'll sign up."
He looked at his bare wrist. "Can't quite say I understand the digital watch thing either. If you're going to own a watch, wouldn't you rather it told you what you should be doing or where someone is rather than a set of numbers?"
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The offer came out before he even had a chance to think about it. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he could see Remus nodding approvingly.
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