Belgium
He travelled mostly at night, mostly as Padfoot, changing back only when the need for opposable thumbs was unavoidable. It was at such a time when he was spoken to for the first time in weeks.
“Excuse me?” The man was a Muggle.
Sirius sighed and prepared to cast Obliviate.
“What country is this?”
Sirius was mildly astonished. “Didn’t you see…” The ginger-haired man looked at him incuriously, as though dogs turning into men was nothing to some of the things he’d seen. Sirius frowned a little, then answered.
“Belgium.”
Ford Prefect looked hurt.
“No need to be like that.”
“Excuse me?” The man was a Muggle.
Sirius sighed and prepared to cast Obliviate.
“What country is this?”
Sirius was mildly astonished. “Didn’t you see…” The ginger-haired man looked at him incuriously, as though dogs turning into men was nothing to some of the things he’d seen. Sirius frowned a little, then answered.
“Belgium.”
Ford Prefect looked hurt.
“No need to be like that.”