undergrounds | November Catch-All

Backdated - October 31st - Cemetery

Halloween had crept up on Sirius, much to his dismay. Especially since this year marked the thirteenth anniversary of that fateful day, of the day when his life had utterly fallen apart. Needless to say, he wasn't up for celebrating.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He felt like he was in a daze of some sort, unable to keep his thoughts away from that night. Eventually he decided to walk, though with no destination in mind. It would just be something to do. He stuck to his dog form, wandering slowly through the streets, sticking mostly to alleys and side streets rather than main roads. He didn't really want to interact with anyone.

He eventually found his way to a cemetery, and without really knowing how, he knew it was the one where his friends were buried. He'd never actually been here before. He'd been in prison by the time he had reached a point where he could actually comprehend everything that had happened.

it didn't take long for him to locate the graves and he finds himself wishing he had brought something. Instead, he sits in front of them, his head bowed.

Mid-November - Shops

For the first time in a long time, Sirius felt almost like himself. Things had been working out for him lately. He had a safe house thanks to that fae (who he hadn't heard from in a while, which made him slightly wary), and he had money from that witch (though he still wasn't completely comfortable with it). It had resulted in some new clothes and decent enough meals. Sirius was honestly surprised at how renewed he felt.

While he'd been rather judicious with the money he had left, mostly spending it on food than anything else, Sirius figured there was at least one more purchase left. If he was going to be more involved in this world, supernatural or not, he was going to need a phone. And that was something entirely new to him.

He stood in front of the store awkwardly, not entirely sure where to begin.

Mid/Late-November - Hillingdon

Having done the mission for Norrell, Sirius was a little more confident about hanging around the area. He was still cautious, of course, and largely avoiding the other shapeshifters in the clan, but he didn't feel like he was going to be sold out or attacked. It was still a tad awkward, since he was still trying to decide how to offer his services, but there could possibly be a job or two that he could perform.

At least, that was why he was here now. To see if there were any available.

Choose Your Own Adventure

[Whatever you'd liked]

Threaded | Flat

Simon buttoned up his coat as he stepped out into the sunlight. The weather was nice only by virtue of the fact that it didn't look like it was going to rain, but it was still blustery and the wind went right through him. It was a rare day off from the three major commitments in his life: Uni, work, and his somewhat baffling new duties as a prefect at Redbright (nevermind that he had long since finished school). He paused to examine the dubious wares at a street stall, amused at the (intentional, probably) misspellings of designer names on the knockoff products while he waited for his flatmate to catch up.

He found it a little odd how quickly Matt had taken to him...and even stranger that he didn't seem to mind. He genuinely enjoyed having him around, despite their many differences. Or maybe because of them. Matt forced him out of his comfort zone on a regular basis, and he was probably better off for it.

As he stuffed the paper poppy in his pocket, he looked up and noticed a familiar face standing in front of a shop down the road.

"Sirius," he called, just loud enough to be heard.

Edited 2015-11-12 06:48 (UTC)

Faolan isn't quite sure how or why the decision was made, but somewhere within the course of the last month he had somehow wound up in the position of Hillingdon Clan leader. He's fairly certain it's simply because he's the only one who'd been around that long and shown enough initiative that the rest of them felt they could hand it over to him, because he certainly didn't ask to be in charge. Now that he is, though. Well, he might as well make the most of it, he decides.

He's been making a point to try and make himself available. Trying to make a point to get to know those around Hillingdon that he might not be otherwise familiar with. As he spots Sirius, however, he approaches him with a smile. Here at least, he's found a familiar face. "So you found a way back in after all, then?" he asks, amicably.

After her dinner guests have gone, Abigail Widdowson still has one more Samhain task. She's been to several graveyards by now, but she isn't done. This one is her last stop, though.

Unaware of anyone else's presence, she unloads her car and starts going around the cemetary. At each grave newly added this year, she stops and puts down two small items. One is a covered plate of food, which she opens, and the other is a small glass of wine to complement the food.

It's an old tradition, but it's one she's set on reviving, at least so far as her actions are concerned.

Shops

Hillingdon!

Graveyard