"It’s not so bad, during the day," Sirius admits, "and when we’re working on the house I feel... happy, and like I belong, and I really do love it here. And when the guys come over to work on the yard or I go into town I feel fine. Great, even. But then..." Sirius sinks into a (newly cream-coloured) armchair with a sigh. "I’ve been staying here for the past few days. I can’t go back to the flat. Too many bad memories, and it feels more like home here. But even then... When you’re gone..."