            "Sirius!" she admonished, and he wrenched his gaze back to her. His expression softened, just barely when he caught her fury, her hurt. What happened to the man who promised to kiss me just hours ago? The man before her looked half a petulant child, half...well, half the wizard she’d known as a teenager, when he was cooped up in Grimmauld: sullen, brimming with rage.