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time for a check up (open post)

KNOW CLARA?

You may then know, more or less, the incident of her granddaughter getting kidnapped by the vampires. It distressed her but she's fine. Honest to goodness she's fine.

It's normal for her to worry for people she cares for. It's pretty normal for her to think of all the worst case scenarios some of them could find themselves in due to their personalities/their histories/their everything.

It's very normal for her to suddenly check on them one day out of the blue, just appearing next to them without a warning or a heads up.

"Are you okay?"

She's totally calmed down about the incident last month. Really.

DON'T KNOW CLARA?

What do you mean by that?

Now you do as she suddenly phases through the wall and looks directly at you during her search for everyone she knows.

It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing. It doesn't matter if there are people there or you're supposed to be by yourself. Suddenly you have a woman staring at you in confusion for a second before it registers in her head that no. You're not someone she knows through passing.

"Um. Oops."

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At first Sirius is reluctant. He doesn't want to be found, after all. Doesn't want people dragging him back to prison. But at the same time, Clara's a ghost. And she's helped him before. Maybe it would help to talk about it.

"That might help, actually. But, I'm going to have to ask that you not tell anyone. Right now, the less people that know the better."

At least, until he can get some evidence or something.

"Of course. I would never tell anyone if you ask me to."

She does her best to respect people's boundaries. Though the expression on her face goes from worry to confusion, wondering what could it be that she had to keep it a secret. Then she berates herself for thinking. While her promise to Ms. Sommerset comes to mind, Clara doesn't have it in her to betray someone's trust if they explicitly ask it. She has a terrible poker face.

"Cross my heart and hope to die. Again. Stick a needle in my eye." Crossing her hand over her chest and everything. "Not a word I hear from you will pass from these lips. I swear."

Sirius nods, taking a breath and wondering where to begin.

"Well, for starters, my full name is Sirius Black. I don't know if you pay attention to the news, but I've a bit of a reputation."

His voice is low, and he looks around a bit, just to make sure there's no one else around.

"Black...? Ah. I-- I think I heard some things," she confesses to him, her tone slow and careful as she tries to recall said things.

She doesn't pay much attention to things that don't immediately concern her or the ones she cared for but something rings a distant bell in her head. "To be careful. That's all I know. To be careful in case one comes across him. I mean you."

Her brow furrowed, wondering why anyone would be so wary of him. He's a nice person since they met each other.

"I can assure you most of the things you've heard aren't true. Except for the fact that I recently escaped prison."

If the news was reporting anything accurately, it was that. Because he did.

"But I'm not the criminal they say I am. I was framed for a crime that I didn't commit."

There's a bitterness in his tone, but also a bit of desperation. It's his first time that he's admitting to all of this and he's hopeful that she'll believe him.

"Prison?"

There's no use of trying to deny her expression of surprise or the tune of shock when he tells her that he escaped from prison of all places.

(In hindsight it makes a lot of sense now and she wonders why she didn't see this sooner.)

Her lips thin and, for a moment, she needs to think on this but it's just that. For a moment. "You haven't given me me any reason to think of you as a liar. If anything you've given me plenty of reasons to believe you're a good man. A good man in trouble."

Which is true with his words.

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"Well, you'd be right about that," Sirius says, clearly grateful that she believes him. "I can honestly say that I committed no crime, only that I was framed."

Well, aside from stealing some clothing, but that was out of necessity and Sirius was determined to pay those people back, somehow. Once he had his feet under him again.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Sirius." She doesn't feel like she should be thanked for this but doesn't say it, not sure how to say that in the first place after such a confession.

And she doesn't want to push him on what exactly he's framed for too. It must have took him a lot of nerves and/or courage to tell her this much. Maybe another time when it's safer or easier. "You'll be safe for now, won't you? No one is being asked to hunt you down specifically, right...?"

Goodness. She hopes that isn't the case and it's just her and those old thriller movies getting the best of her.

"I think I'll be alright. I've been lying low for the most part," Sirius replies. Aside from attending Abby's party of course. But even then he'd playing things relatively safe, or at least, no one had let on that they'd figured something out.

"If there's anything major on my head, I haven't heard about it and no one's come after me."

Though he didn't want to say that he wouldn't be surprised if there was a bounty on his head. Or at least a reward for information about him. Being a fugitive wasn't easy.

No one is close to tracking him down yet. Good for him. She hopes it stays that way but she knows better than to hold her nonexistent breath for that long.

"If there is so much as a peep about your whereabouts or the sort, I'll let you know," Clara promises him. She'll keep her ear to the ground, so to speak, for any rumblings about a Sirius Black. "Do you need somewhere to rest? Anything at all?"

She tries to keep herself composed and calm but it's hard. The idea of someone she knows, cares for really, possibly being hunted down is hard to digest. Sirius has been nothing but a polite and good man to her. Who could think he would be capable of a crime grave enough for prison?

"I'd appreciate that, really."

While he wasn't quite expecting torches and pitchforks, things had seemed pretty quiet. Or maybe he was that good at hiding. Sirius would like to believe the latter, but considering his luck it probably wouldn't last.

"And you don't have to worry. I've managed to find a few places to hide out, and getting food hasn't been too difficult."

There are people out there willing to feed a starving dog after all.

The assurances has her assuaged, almost. It's good to hear that he's doing well for himself since the last time they met each other. Not that it doesn't stop her anxieties from creeping in, bit by bit

"Are you--" Clara has to rein in her emotions, knowing there's a fine line of being a concerned party and being a worrywart since only one of those two is actually useful in a situation. Breathe, Clara, breathe. "... Okay. I trust you on that. Just keep remembering that Coffeers' Shop is always open to you if you need a quick place to duck in."

While the original goal of the shop is to be a trendy place, the strange level of activities thanks to her had brought in... interesting parties over the years. At this point someone like Sirius can walk right through the door and not get too much attention on a busy afternoon.

"I wish there's a way to help..." She falls quiet, trying to think of something, and remembers something. "Oh! I have it!"

Sirius nods. He's checked out the shop a few times but never really gone in. After all, he wants to keep a low profile and doesn't want to upset anyone. It's hard to stay on the straight and narrow when you still need to prove yourself innocent.

"What? You've already done lots," Sirius says. Stealing the shirt and promising to keep an eye out for news were pretty good as far as Sirius was concerned.

She's a big believer of always trying to help others again and again, more and more. It's what she can do after all so why not do it?

"I can also help by giving a message to anyone at anywhere too! I've been around long enough to know the city like the back of my hand. Most of the time." Plus no one would find it suspicious to see a ghost here or there if they spot her. They always assume she's haunting that spot or something among those lines. "Er-- If they can notice me as well, of course."

"That could actually help me out a lot," Sirius replies, considering his options. It might be easier than trying to contact them himself, which would raise a lot of suspicion. Not that he had anyone to contact at the moment. He had no idea who of his old friends were in still the city (and was torn between whether or not he could trust them, not to mention if his sudden reappearance might cause trouble for them. It hurts to think of his friends in that light).

"I don't know if I have any messages for right now, but how can I contact you if I do?"

That's a good question to ask. Give her a minute to think on this, please.

"Umm... I'm usually at Coffeers' Shop so you can just go there and I'll most likely pop out to see how you're doing." There's that. Not always a guaranteed but the best shot since that is her original haunting grounds. "Or… Or you or someone else you trust can use a, how do you call it, a summoning to get me. If that's possible at all."

It seems a bit much to do, using a spell like that. Much as she doesn't know about magic and witchcraft, she does have a good idea that spells that require different beings is quite demanding for people.

But it is a surefire way to get her attention and her period.

Sirius nods.

"Think I'll stick with the coffee shop, that seems easier for now."

At least until he can maybe make some friends who can do the summonings. But he can't imagine a situation where he needs to get a message to someone quickly. Plus it's hard to trust a lot of people right now.

"All the more reason to visit, right?"

"Right! If you ever need a free drink while looking for me in there, look for a Cindy. She's a sweetheart and willing to give a drink on the house to someone who needs it." The young girl has a second sense when it comes to people. It's uncanny at times.

She's startled, as if remembering something. "Oh no! I-- Sirius, you'll be fine on your own for now, won't you? I forgot that there's someone else I need to check up on and I'm a bit worried now."

That he'll definitely remember. While it's easy enough to get water, variety was always good, as was clean water. But no one needed to know what he got up to as a dog.

"I'm fine. You do what you need to do, Clara. But seriously, thank you."

"Alright. Take care of yourself, Sirius," she tells him with a worried but well-meaning expression just as she's about to teleport back to coffee shop. "I'll see you soon, okay? Watch out for any trouble!"

And just like that she's gone, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

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