Sunday, March 12th ~ Evening
Sirius left his room in favor of the living room, hoping that the change of scenery would clear his mind. The solitary atmosphere of the house was beginning to wear on him, and his thoughts -- particularly those that insisted upon remembering the what led him to be as he was -- left him feeling discontent.
He made himself a drink and nursed it for a while, before considering going for a walk. It would give him something to do, after all.