As it turns out, freeloading actually isn't something that particularly appeals to Sirius on a long enough timeline. Back home, before Azkaban, he simply paid for whatever he needed and quite a lot that he didn't, and thanks to Uncle Alphard, there'd barely been a blip between the time he was spending his parents' money and when he was spending his own.
Here, though, it's quite a bit different, and manual labor really isn't something Sirius Black does.
Picking peaches seems like an easier proposition than getting his knees in the dirt to dig up carrots and potatoes, and it's a walk he might make on a normal day anyway. It feels appropriate, too, that the peaches are enchanted, and after a few hours of languidly picking his way through the little grove, he has a pillowcase full of them to sling over his skinny shoulder and carry back to the inn.
He isn't even aware of anything happening until he approaches the main road from the spindly path leading back to the grove, and catches sight of Rose sprinting past. There's an urgency in the forward press of her body, the slap of her feet on dirt, and he frowns as the sack slides from his shoulder and thumps to the ground. Peaches spin out across the path, but he doesn't notice, already taking off after her.
"Rose?" he calls, but knows it's no good, and follows at full pelt by the time his feet hit the main road.
The scene at the lake's edge is chaos, people blinking themselves from a daze, some of them soaked and coughing up water as they splash back to shore. She drowned, one of them says, Elena drowned. In the distance, a little building sits poised above the gentle waves, sunlight blinking sharp against its windows.
It definitely was not there before, but there's no time to think about that now.
"ROSE!" he barks, but she doesn't hear him or doesn't care. He surges in after her, his arms fixing across her chest from behind. "She's gone, love," he huffs against her ear. "She's gone."
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Here, though, it's quite a bit different, and manual labor really isn't something Sirius Black does.
Picking peaches seems like an easier proposition than getting his knees in the dirt to dig up carrots and potatoes, and it's a walk he might make on a normal day anyway. It feels appropriate, too, that the peaches are enchanted, and after a few hours of languidly picking his way through the little grove, he has a pillowcase full of them to sling over his skinny shoulder and carry back to the inn.
He isn't even aware of anything happening until he approaches the main road from the spindly path leading back to the grove, and catches sight of Rose sprinting past. There's an urgency in the forward press of her body, the slap of her feet on dirt, and he frowns as the sack slides from his shoulder and thumps to the ground. Peaches spin out across the path, but he doesn't notice, already taking off after her.
"Rose?" he calls, but knows it's no good, and follows at full pelt by the time his feet hit the main road.
The scene at the lake's edge is chaos, people blinking themselves from a daze, some of them soaked and coughing up water as they splash back to shore. She drowned, one of them says, Elena drowned. In the distance, a little building sits poised above the gentle waves, sunlight blinking sharp against its windows.
It definitely was not there before, but there's no time to think about that now.
"ROSE!" he barks, but she doesn't hear him or doesn't care. He surges in after her, his arms fixing across her chest from behind. "She's gone, love," he huffs against her ear. "She's gone."