Between the potion and Remus' fingers in his hair, Sirius was feeling very calm, indeed. Calm enough that he could just sleep and worry about the grief still curled deep within him, under the calming draught, tomorrow.
But Remus was telling him to look out the window, and so he did, slowly turning his head and blinking a few times, the sights not making sense to him. He frowned slightly and got to his feet, walking to the window as if sleepwalking, leaning against the wall as he looked out at a London that was both familiar and not. "What's happened?" he asked, feeling a stab of anxiety even through the potion, though it was nothing compared to what it could have been.
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But Remus was telling him to look out the window, and so he did, slowly turning his head and blinking a few times, the sights not making sense to him. He frowned slightly and got to his feet, walking to the window as if sleepwalking, leaning against the wall as he looked out at a London that was both familiar and not. "What's happened?" he asked, feeling a stab of anxiety even through the potion, though it was nothing compared to what it could have been.