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

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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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"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.

[hexappeal]

"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...

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"...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."