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[A; Shenanigans!]

Prior to his descent into infamy, Sirius Black had a very different reputation, most notably at school. Along with his friends, he was known for being a rather excellent prankster. No one was safe from the stunts that they pulled, and most of the time they were harmless, and meant in good fun. (Except for the one time they weren't but that's another story). That kind of behavior wouldn't go over well where Sirius had spent the last decade, and so it had been a good, long while since Sirius had last pulled a prank.

And now that he was getting comfortable in his freedom, his thoughts turned to that time and he feels he has to do something.

It's not the most complex prank, but it is an effective one, and a classic at that.

He'd gotten hold of a pound and some glue, and stuck the coin in the middle of the sidewalk. And was now sitting in a nearby alley, laughing to himself at those who would stop to try and take it.

[B; Let's Heist!]

Talking to Cooper had gotten Sirius thinking about his old motorbike.

He had no way of knowing what had happened to it. If his friends had taken it and were keeping it for him or if it had been sold or if, god forbid, someone had junked it. He really didn't know, and he was reluctant to contact anyone from his old life just yet. Mostly because he was scared of their reaction. He'd hate to reach out only to find himself back where he started.

But there was a place to start.

Which is why, as the sun is setting, Sirius approaches an old garage. It's gotten a bit run down as the years passed, but he'd worked hard here and he'd liked it. He wished he could be returning in better circumstances. All he was planning to do was have a look around, see if he could find the bike or any sign of it. He didn't expect to find anything, but it would be better than doing nothing or just wondering.

He waits until the place has closed, the employees gone for the night before sneaking over, constantly checking to make sure he's alone. It would be smarter to do this as a dog, but at the same time, he has to look in windows and maybe hop the fence of the lot to check there. It's a bit hard to do some of that without opposable thumbs.

Sirius climbs unsteadily on top of some garbage cans to try and look inside. He's balanced precariously as he pulls himself up. Not much has changed inside, but with the light out it's really hard to tell what's in there. Not that he has long to look as the garbage can gives out, and he falls with a clang and a yelp!

And now he's pressed against the wall, praying that no one heard that.

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"Thanks," Sirius replies, taking the card. It has been a while since he's been to the doctor, but he's not entirely sure if he trusts this guy quite yet. Name notwithstanding.

"Dr. Faust, I assume?"

"That's me," Faust agreed, easily enough. Sirius's hunch was probably a wise one. He wouldn't seek to purposefully harm a patient... but his bedside manner was a bit lacking.

"And you are?"

"Uh...Sirius," he replied, realizing that he had walked into that and probably couldn't deflect the question a second time. So he fell back on tried and true methods.

"Just, Sirius."

“Sirius,” said Faust, tasting the name on his tongue. He smiled. “An eccentric name.”

In fact, it almost had the air of a pseudonym. But this kind, concerned stranger wouldn’t do that to him, would he? “Most simply call me Faust. Perhaps Johann is too personal for them.”

Actually, it might be an admirable call. Somehow it seemed that calling Faust by his first name might encourage a little too much closeness.

"It's an old family name," Sirius replies. Technically he is Sirius the third if he recalls his family tree correctly. However, he's reluctant to say more. The stars thing was a distinctive trait of the Black family, and putting those two together reveals some unwanted facts about him.

"Then we are both bearers of recycled names," said Faust, perhaps more cheerily than the situation strictly required.

"Though in my case, I think I would have preferred to receive a new one." The fact that he shared a given name with his most infamous ancestor was... a little too on the nose, after all. "Sirius. That's the dog star, isn't it?"

"Seems like it," Sirius agrees. He's not overly fond of his ancestors but he's already been pruned from his family tree that it doesn't really matter.

"It is. Seems a lot of people are familiar with it." It's fitting, given his shifted form.

"It is the brightest star in the sky, if I recall my textbooks correctly. Though since you can hardly see a decent view of the stars from London, I suppose it's mostly academic..."

Well. He'd given his name and card, and now that he'd laid down a horrible curse on the coin, he supposed his work here was done. "But I should really get going."

"That's true. You usually have to get well out of the city to see things properly."

Not that Sirius has spent a good deal of time stargazing.

"You're feeling alright then?"

Faust hesitated. "I'm feeling... as well as can be expected. I haven't felt 'all right' for some time."

It would have been quite easy to lie, of course, and he wasn't quite sure why he wasn't doing just that. Possibly it was built-up fatigue interfering with his judgment. Yep. That was it.

Given what he's seen, Sirius is reluctant to take that comment at face value.

"I suppose that could be said for any of us."

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