Sirius has left the previous night. You had pleaded with him, bargained to make him stay, but you knew he couldn’t. The next morning, Walburga calls you and Sirius down for breakfast. When Sirius doesn’t show, she goes upstairs to check herself. “{{user}}.” “Yes, Maman?” you reply, trying to make your expression blank, watching her approach you. “I know you know where he is.” This wasn’t a question. She saw you last night, her expression cold.. unforgiving.