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Date: October 1st, early morn
Status: public
Setting: the road leading to the Manor
Summary: Mssr. Black comes to the Manor...
Rating: PG, but PG13 for those with particularly vivid imaginations.

Sirius Black opened his eyes. As the Veil lifted, and the world once again came into focus, all of his senses returned to him at once.
This was unfortunate because it’s rather a shock to the system to go from a content state of nothingness to the over-stimulation of laying nude in the wet grass of a misty gray morning with a sharp breeze cutting across your skin and raindrops rolling into and out of places they never should have been. He shivered, despite himself.
Without moving, he began to take stock of all the movable parts. Nothing seemed to be broken, or indeed even pained. Sitting himself up, he brushed the grass and mud from what he could reach and looked at the world around him. It certainly looked like the one he’d so recently left.
There was a road just to the side of where he sat. Probably led somewhere, he decided, and anywhere was better than here at this moment.
Good God but it was freezing. Only one thing to do...

No more than a half of an hour later, a large, black, and very wet dog padded up to Tadfield Manor, trying its best to look forlorn and hungry.

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Gabriel loved the rain.

Not a drop touched him as he sat, wings outstretched, under a sky the soft grey of a dove’s feathers, but its soft, sizzling sound as it struck the ground all around him was mesmerizing. He closed his eyes, letting the fresh scent wash over him, lapping at his senses as the rain fell and washed the earth clean.

Heavenly...

His eyes opened as soon as he became aware of the presence, and he had quickly tucked his wings away just before looking up to find a... dog? That didn’t seem right. He blinked at the mangy creature as it wandered into view, knowing something more lay beneath the appearance of a shaggy, half-starved animal. Something new to this plane, he thought, and yet already weary.

"Hello," he said gently, raising a hand in a friendly gesture. "You..."

He tilted his head curiously, trying to put a name to the vague sense of desperation he sensed in the other being.

"You look like you could use something to eat," he finished with a soft smile.