When he finished, Sirius looked at himself in the mirror—really looked—for the first time in what felt like a while. His black hair was cut short; shorter than it had been since childhood, when his mother insisted that he and Regulus look trim and neat at all times. Growing his hair past his shoulders had been one of Sirius’s earliest rebellions, and that, along with his tattoos, leather jacket, and silver rings became his signature look. All of that, plus a messy smudge of eyeliner and the shadow of a dark beard made him the polar opposite of the Black family ideal and nearly irresistible to whoever caught his fancy.