Sirius had been quite friendly, sniffing her hand once it was offered. His tail wagged instinctively. But before he can get some much desired ear scritches, Saturday guessed the truth.

Sirius lowered his tail, whined a little, then backed up and--

A pale, gaunt man stared back at her. He was much less scraggly than he'd been at Azkaban (a haircut and a shave did wonders), but the toll it'd taken on him was clear.

"Guilty as charged in this case." He flashed her an apologetic smile. "Don't worry. It happens all the time."