As the robe slid over his shoulders, and the rain ceased to beat against his body, Sirius Black thanked Heaven for the second time that morning. While he remained slightly mystified at this rapid turn of events, he was nonetheless grateful.
His mind began to turn towards the man who was leading him gently toward the manor. He was obviously of some talent to pull the robe, the food, and this charm from nothing, and with nothing but a bare suggestion of a wave.
He had questions yet. Why would this man just decide to help him? He'd first appeared as a pathetic looking animal - that part was understandable. Pathetic looking animals are far easier to help than pathetic looking men. But when he'd changed... there was hardly a blink of surprise. Who was he and what was this place that they were in the habit of accepting completely nude, run-down individuals with no obvious means of repayment?
He glanced again at the man called Gabriel. He seemed inhuman in his composure, but genuine at the same time. Sirius had seen the lines of worry flash across that face, and wondered whether he was getting into something perhaps more complex than a bath and a bed. It unsettled him.
The questions hung in the vicinity of his throat, and he might have asked them, but they had reached the door. Gabriel opened it.
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Date: 2005-11-26 03:38 pm (UTC)His mind began to turn towards the man who was leading him gently toward the manor. He was obviously of some talent to pull the robe, the food, and this charm from nothing, and with nothing but a bare suggestion of a wave.
He had questions yet. Why would this man just decide to help him? He'd first appeared as a pathetic looking animal - that part was understandable. Pathetic looking animals are far easier to help than pathetic looking men. But when he'd changed... there was hardly a blink of surprise. Who was he and what was this place that they were in the habit of accepting completely nude, run-down individuals with no obvious means of repayment?
He glanced again at the man called Gabriel. He seemed inhuman in his composure, but genuine at the same time. Sirius had seen the lines of worry flash across that face, and wondered whether he was getting into something perhaps more complex than a bath and a bed. It unsettled him.
The questions hung in the vicinity of his throat, and he might have asked them, but they had reached the door. Gabriel opened it.
Sirius walked inside.