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Windswept black hair and large dogged grey eyes, Sirius smirked to himself as he revved his vechile out side Remus's home. He had sent a letter, barely a few hours ago, he wouldn't of forgotten already that Sirius had promised a spin in what his uncle's will had left him as payment. Out of that man, he had a decent flat in London and a beautiful bike. His own. No one else's. He shared with no man.
Sirius smirked. "REMUS!" he shouted to an open window, dressed in muggle clothing, he made sure he had the 80's gear to match the splender that was his british motor. "OI!"