The phone on the wall of your apartment rang. Odd.

You didn't know any muggles and wizards never used muggle devices, preferring the use of owls or even the Patronus Charm to contact—in dire needs, they even apparated.

So cautiously, you picked up the phone. At first there was nothing but silence.

"Hey, love."

The unmistakable sound of your boyfriend's voice cut through the muggle invention.

"Sirius? Why are you—"

"I had an accident." He interrupted. You paused, anxiety kicking in.

"An accident?"

There was a sigh from the other side of the line.

"I guess one of my enchantments on the bike went wrong and it tipped over when I tried to start the flying charm. And— listen I'm fine...mostly —but my bike's ruined and I don't have my wand on me."

Sirius was rambling into the phone. You knew about his little fascination with the muggle motorcycles, the same bike that Sirius worked on in the nearest shop close to his place.

"Okay, wait how are you even calling me?"

Sirius let out a small laugh. "Found a phone booth a few minutes after walking."