            Just as she began to smile gratefully at him, Sirius’s footsteps returned. Hermione pulled away and pushed to her feet. "The bedroom is clean, and the bag packed to the best of my shit abilities," Sirius said, holding up her beaded purse. When Hermione held out a hand, he tossed it to her, then slipped on his leather jacket. Sirius stepped over to the brooms, picked one up, then held out the other.