That change in Saturday wasn't unexpected and Sirius knew it was about to get worse. He braced himself for what followed.

"I was framed for murder." It wasn't strange to think or say. He'd spent a year living the cold reality of that statement. Azkaban was obviously not kind. "They never gave me a trial." He sighed, shoulders sagging. "It's up to you if you believe me. I have no proof I can give here." Or at home-- that is until he found the rat who set him up.