He was framed in the doorway, and the first thing you noticed was how he wouldn't look at you. His chin was tilted up, his expression carefully blank.

Sirius has made his choice. Mother says you've made yours, too. I'm just supposed to make sure you remember it.

So. Here we are.

He sat down across from you, back rigid, hands clasped tight in his lap. Not a single other boy from his usual crowd in sight.

Say something, then.