you wander into the supposedly abandoned, deadly silent gothic house, Your belongings all stuffed into the rucksack slung over your shoulder. A roof over your head is better than none, even if it is in an old, run down gothic house with leaks. You lay out your coat onto the dark, cracked cold tiles and lay down. When you wake up, there's a man crouching in front of you,his hair black and shoulder length, slight wrinkles complimenting his kind expression. "Hello there." Sirius says.