Intro - 01

[siriuslyadog]

Sirius remembered, quite well, falling through that veil. The stunner his cousin sent him was annoying, but even more annoying than that was, you know, the death which followed it, after falling through that tacky piece of tapestry. The memories that followed were a bit less... clear. There were a few fuzzy images of James and Lily, and for some

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[perfektsymmetry]

[Well, there's a paper boy approaching. He recognizes that look all too well.]

Ah, sir... everything alright?

[siriuslyadog]

[Oh, great. A muggle.]

Er... yeah, just a bit lost, mate. Wouldn't mind telling me where... exactly... I am?

[perfektsymmetry]

[The muggliest, even.]

I'm guessing you just woke up here? Ah, this is Mayfield. It's... complicated.

[siriuslyadog]

[Well. At least this guy seemed to understand the issue.]

Yeah, over there. Does that happen often? It doesn't seem like I can leave, either. Could you direct me to the nearest-

[Shit. What did they use?]

Tube station?

[occasionless]

[Noticing the man, Castiel became aware of why it had been that several people had known almost instantly that he was a new arrival to Mayfield -- that was, of course, assuming he'd worn a similar expression when he'd embarked on his excursion of the town.

Cocking his head to one side, he regards him for a moment.]

You're new.

[siriuslyadog]

[He jumped a little, and whirled around, trying not to look startled in his white and blue pinstriped pajamas.]

New? Is this some sort of post-mortem gated community in Hell? Because if that's the case... I suppose so, and I owe Remus six galleons.

[occasionless]

[Castiel simply looks at him for a moment, expression shifting slightly at the reaction -- Dean had often reacted similarly when Castiel had visited unannounced, but he hadn't imagined his footsteps were that quiet.]

This isn't Hell. Hell is far more ...unwelcoming.

[siriuslyadog]

I dunno, apparently I'm married. That's pretty unwelcome.

[Deflect it with a flat, barking laugh, but without really smiling.]

Limbo, then?

[inheritedtales]

[If in leaving for work this morning Hermione had expected to see, er, dead people it wasn't clearly evident. She'd taken to going to the Library down various streets in order to get a feel for the town--leaving early of course, sort of like how she and Harry walked around the lake back in their fourth year. Yet, when she arrived down a certain street... She hardly expected to see a face she hadn't in almost two years.]

[Instinctively, she'd stop in shock, but her mind worked. It wasn't impossible, was it? After all Tom Riddle was here, not Voldemort but Tom Riddle. If that was possible, a Sirius that looked like he did some time ago... Wasn't exactly impossible, was it? She breathed, catching herself. And finally:]

Sirius?

[siriuslyadog]

[The look of concentration on his face was quite efficiently interrupted by the call of his name, and he whipped around. The amount of relief on his face could only be paralleled by that of surprise, and he strides forward quickly to hug the young girl. In less than a second, though, he's let her go, and is holding her at arms length.]

Thank Merlin you're here, I woke up in someone's bloody house, and I'm a bit afraid it might be mine.

[inheritedtales]

[Hermione's caught off guard by the sudden split-second hug, but didn't have time to properly respond before he'd broken it off. A month here and she didn't think she would ever be capable of understanding the workings of Mayfield (much to her aggravation). She frowns at his words.]

It is your house, or they want you to believe it is. They expect it of everyone that arrives her. [A slight pause.] We're not the only ones here, though. There's a few of the others as well.

[siriuslyadog]

[He's a bit preoccupied to notice her discomfort. Probably due to the fact that he isn't wearing any shoes. Regardless, he lets her go and turns to face his house again, frowning.]

Yes, I know. I've got friendly and informative neighbors. I suppose that improves the property value?

[He blinks, though, and whips back around to face her.]

Who else? Who else is here?

[walkwaves]

[ Ian is perched in a tree, bundled up against the cold. He'd paused to readjust his scarf when he noticed Sirius ]

You'll catch cold like that.

[siriuslyadog]

I'll catch a bit more than a cold if I don't find out what the hell is going on.

[Said quite absently, as though a man in a tree doesn't even phase him.]

[walkwaves]

This is Mayfield. [ he hops down from the tree, and has to fix his scarf again for his troubles ]

Any further explanation is a bit... involved.

[siriuslyadog]

Yeeeeah. Heard a bit from a rather odd bloke a few minutes ago, I'm just... trying to figure it all out.

[He finally looks up, and furrows his brow.]

You spying on people up there? Because there's probably a more efficient way.

[truebravery]

Sirius wasn't the only one standing confused in the snow. Neville had shoes on though, and a big orange Weasley!made scarf with an N on it.

The sound of dropped groceries might bring Sirius' attention to him, as Neville can't seem to string words together that isn't "S-Sirius?"

[siriuslyadog]

The sound of dropped cans does, indeed, catch his attention, and he jumps rather abruptly. Oh, thank Merlin, it was that kid, Harry's friend, the one from the Ministry. Frank's son, bless him. Unfortunately, the name isn't coming to mind.

The look of absolute surprise on the poor kid's face makes him a bit sheepish.

"Oh. Hello, there, mate. Sorry about your canned ham."