He's found over the years that most people don't look so close to home, that hiding in plain sight is actually so much easier than some random cave with strange riddles to solve. But also who in this day and age wants to live in a cave anymore either. It's also been fairly easy to amass a small fortune under a few aliases so he can live comfortably in his hiding too. Not that he shows it, still living relatively modestly as far as things around him.
His house is mostly a small archive of books, mostly history and magic, and his garden has plants that are almost extinct and some that are known to have been extinct. Keeper of knowledge, keeper of history. If anyone can find a way to help Sirius back from the other side of the veil, it's definitely him. And her questions about it have left him doing a fair amount of digging when she's not spending time bent over the older books in his private library.
There's a small lead sitting on his desk, but the lead will actually require both of them having access to the room which he's not as quick to follow. Walking into the Ministry isn't exactly something that goes into his staying hidden plan, after all. Even if few would actually believe he's the Mordred of past.
A brow arches at the one word that's kind of a question, watching how her eyes follow the drop of water along his skin and he can't help the lift of his lips. He's lived long enough he doesn't need her to tell him some things. He'd bet a small fortune that she's wet just from finding him here like this. "Don't be sorry."
His finger crooks at her, motioning her to come forward, into the house instead of leaving. "Come in." It's almost a command verse a request or an invitation. There's a strong urge to call her baby girl, the words on his tongue. But he's not entirely sure how she'd respond to that, so they don't make it out. The one restraint from him, because clearly the rest is fully display to tempt the witch in front of him into sliding into her less reserved side.
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His house is mostly a small archive of books, mostly history and magic, and his garden has plants that are almost extinct and some that are known to have been extinct. Keeper of knowledge, keeper of history. If anyone can find a way to help Sirius back from the other side of the veil, it's definitely him. And her questions about it have left him doing a fair amount of digging when she's not spending time bent over the older books in his private library.
There's a small lead sitting on his desk, but the lead will actually require both of them having access to the room which he's not as quick to follow. Walking into the Ministry isn't exactly something that goes into his staying hidden plan, after all. Even if few would actually believe he's the Mordred of past.
A brow arches at the one word that's kind of a question, watching how her eyes follow the drop of water along his skin and he can't help the lift of his lips. He's lived long enough he doesn't need her to tell him some things. He'd bet a small fortune that she's wet just from finding him here like this. "Don't be sorry."
His finger crooks at her, motioning her to come forward, into the house instead of leaving. "Come in." It's almost a command verse a request or an invitation. There's a strong urge to call her baby girl, the words on his tongue. But he's not entirely sure how she'd respond to that, so they don't make it out. The one restraint from him, because clearly the rest is fully display to tempt the witch in front of him into sliding into her less reserved side.