You had been visiting the same tattoo parlor for a while now “the black dog”

The small shop was hidden in a small alley of central London, which you’d found by accident a few months into living here and had been your usual place ever since.

The workers were nice, but you had gotten your tattoos done by Sirius, the owner, who honestly you’d gotten fond of.

With his outgoing and funny personality, it had been easy to fall into a kind of friendship with the boy.

The bell chimed in as you enetered the shop, leaving the cool autumn air behind.

“You’re here again?” Sirius raised his eyebrows from the counter “that is like the fifth time in two months”