"Oh, lounge around the flat as a dog, decide to brave the outdoors to run errands and try not to murder members of the press or my adoring fans." Sirius tries not to let his voice shake at the prospect of having to make his way through Diagon Alley on his own; while it had been wonderful and lovely with Minerva, he’d tried dropping by the Leakey Cauldron for lunch on Wednesday and was accosted by what seemed like the entire pub and their mums. Sirius has taken to walking around muggle London instead, re-familiarising himself with the neighbourhood.