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Sirius Black: back in ur comm, makin' all the logs. ALL OF THEM.

WHO: An escaped convict and a rogue stage magician
WHERE: Max Brenner's
WHEN: Tonight!
WARNINGS: Angst. Also Sirius may attempt to use logic.
SUMMARY: Sirius attempts to make up for being a big jerk with truly staggering quantities of chocolate.
FORMAT: MAGIC!

Still gaunt, it would be some time before Sirius would reclaim his good looks, but after a few day's rest and feeding up, his skin tone had improved. He was wearing clean clothes (a very familiar set, actually), which certainly helps, but perhaps the most striking and effective change is his hair. Cut short and free of mats and tangles, it no longer hides his eyes or distracts from his smile, restoring enough of his charm that he was able to talk his way into getting a good table in the popular restaurant. It gave him a good vantage point to watch for Zatanna's arrival.

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Zatanna was running a little late. Days later and she still hadn't heard from John. She'd left enough messages that his phone couldn't hold anymore, some of which she now was regretting, even. Magic hadn't helped, either. There were only so many places in the City she could teleport to before she was able to get a hold of herself and accept that she couldn't go everywhere and see everything, that all it would do was exhaust her. And, quite frankly, she had been. From the stress and the worry and the fear that the last time they'd spoken had been something vaguely similar to an argument and there was a chance that it could very well be the last thing she'd ever say to him.

It was a scary thought.

She needed this, or so she'd convinced herself that she had. Just hang out and act normal, eat some junk and get your mind off of John and Matt. Dressed in a lilac-colored, floral print button-up blouse and a pair of jean shorts (accompanied by beat-up, aqua Converse low-tops), the magician enters the restaurant. She'd been in the City for more than a year now, but it was her first time here. She skims the place and, eventually, she lifts up the sunglasses that were masking her eyes and perches them atop her head. It doesn't take her long to locate Sirius and she holds up an arm in hopes that he'll catch her before dropping it back to her side and maneuvering about the place to come to the table and sit across with him. "I'm usually early," she starts the conversation, "And hello."

"Well I have bad news for you," Sirius says, standing as she walks up. "We ate all the chocolate already. It's marmite from here on out, I'm afraid."

This is a lie.

As she plops into the chair, she almost takes him seriously... then recalls who she was talking to. "Never could stand the stuff. Even just looking at it, it makes my stomach go through loops." She doesn't accuse him of being a liar, just looks him up and down, tries to put together the adolescent she'd known with the man who was across from her. He'd had to have aged at least a good ten years... maybe a little more.

"Anyway, Cinderella, I hope this doesn't make me Prince Charming." Oh, look. She noticed the clothing.

"Only if that makes Remus my fairy godmother. He does look so fetching in blue."

The adolescent is in there, but well worn down. There's something brittle under his jokes now. Something that's just whistling in the dark.

"Thanks for these, though, truly. You've always been kind to us, whether we want to admit we need it or not."

Whether that 'us' refers to himself, his fellow wizards or the whole City is unclear.

"Deal, but there won't be much whisking away to castles. You'll have to settle for an old Victorian with more rooms on the inside than it looks like there may be on the outside. And a fat cat." Pretty good deal, actually.

She looks genuinely embarrassed and a touch confused by his words, ducking her head coyly. "Everyone could use a hand sometimes." Even she could. When she was kind it was because she wanted to be, when she helped others, she did it because she wanted to. It was in her capacity to do so, so why not? "So," she starts down a different path, "You ever been here before?"

"Replace that cat with a dog and you've got my house already. In the grand tradition of wizarding homes."

He smiles and moves on, not wanting to make her feel more uncomfortable. New path it is!

"No, I but I saw something on the telly where they were talking about the some-mores they do here and my fate was sealed. ...I'm almost disappointed there are salads on the menu. It's like putting a tea garden next to a water park."

"I don't dislike dogs. Always found it weird, people who are so into the idea of one, but not the other. Though I like cats," she gives a little shrug. You know, the 'yeah, I know, it's required,' because she's a mage, "Dogs are loyal, reliable. Even if they disappear, they always come back. They love you the way you are." She might not have been talking about literal dogs anymore.

Oh, how can she not think that's totally adorable? She brings her hand to her mouth, laughing quietly. "Good to know that you're not going to insist a proper meal before this." The comparison was interesting, if only because she would enjoy both (not to self, water park sometime this summer). "I take it you're more a water park kinda guy than a tea garden one?"

"I find that people who fall into camps about dogs and cats are usually reacting to a specific experience, and much of the time that experience has more to do with the people involved with the animal as it does the animal itself. Animals aren't very complicated, when it comes down to it. Although it does help when the people they love are already wonderful."

Sirius's mouth goes on autopilot as he scans the menu, or at least it seems to.

"Is having waffles for dinner a water park response? If I get them with strawberries on, that makes it like a salad..so I suppose I'm a 'mad dash through Trafalgar fountain' kind of guy for now, but there may be a flume ride later."

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"True enough. All things considered, I don't think I've ever been in a relationship with someone that had a pet, actually..." Except for Lassiter. And his cat was now her cat. The poor thing. She'd been passed on from Shawn to Lassiter and from Lassiter to her. Gaster still would look around, like she was waiting for her daddy to come home some days. Any time there were men sounding grumpy and sarcastic at the same time on television, she'd start purring (which said a lot about Lassiter, didn't it?).

"Well, it has to be a response, considering that would probably be the option I'd choose. Except with strawberries and whipped cream." Gotta dream big, if you're gonna dream at all, Sirius! She follows suit, picking up a menu and skimming it, a soft giggle coming at the 'late night sausage,' because she's astoundingly mature for a thirty-nine year old woman. "I'm thinking waffles, what about you?"

"I just wisely skipped the middleman and turn into my own pet. Very tidy and economical, which are of course my watchwords. Hullo miss! We'll both have waffles with strawberries and cream, and let's share a bottle of white."

He looks at Zee to confirm that white wine sounds good, and if so, indicates a bottle on the drinks menu.

"Later, if we have not fallen into diabetic waffle-induced comas, I may strong-arm you into helping me with this s'mores business. The menu specifically states that it is to be shared."

"I don't think I ever caught you, like that. I heard you could, though." It was hard to miss. He seemed to enjoy that ability of his. She smiles and nods and had, in fact, almost added s'mores to the order, but homemade ones were the best, weren't they? It would be an interesting experience, for both of them, even.

"No strong-arming will need to be done, believe me." She'd eaten, what? Ten plates of cake a few weeks ago? And really, her situation had only gotten worse with the loss of John's arm and his... wherever he was. It was always at the back of her mind, lingering toward the forefront. Really, the only option was to silence it with indulging in various things. "I can't believe you've never had s'mores. Then again, I'm sure there are plenty of things regular to your world that I haven't tried." So teasing would be kept to a minimum.

"That's almost a comfort - back home keeping that skill a secret saved my life. The magic is illegal to learn without a license, much less when you're 14, so of course James and I were so proud of ourselves that we couldn't resist showing off once we were here and away from the Ministry."

Amazingly, he is aware of the fact that he is a reckless idiot a lot of the time.

"Deep-fried dragon balls. They're amazing." Utter. Deadpan.

"So, you were a magical prodigy of sorts?" She takes it that way, rather than assume he was a delinquent. She had plenty of questions on the subject, but now wasn't a time to get into heavy magic talk, was it? Asking about the Ministry and magical laws would wait until some other time, preferably coupled with light debate and theory.

"Dragons don't exist in my dimension, except for in Skartaris and on other planets." She responds just as seriously. "Either way, I don't eat meat so I can't say it would be something that I'd try, Sirius." Cue jokes about how there must be at least one kind of meat she indulges in...

"...Yes, to be honest, I was. James and I were as good as we thought that we were, which only inflated our opinions of ourselves more. We thought we could outsmart anything."

The wine arrives, and once they both have a glass, he raises his to her.

"To immortal youth." Clink! "And sage maturity, which saves you from the staggering number of innuendo possibilities you just invited in, liquored up and slipped the tongue to. A lesser magical prodigy might have been tempted to tease you."

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