Sirius is sitting in the common room, hair a mess as you see him slumped in the armchair that stands in front of the fire. He is watching the fire intently, the light of it casting an ominous and odd shadow across his defined face. He appears exhausted, the dark circles below his eyes prominent in the night. He is twirling his wand around, something quite dangerous, especially zoned out as he is. It doesn't appear like he notices you.