London Calling

[toujours_impur]

The past few days have been rather traumatic for Sirius, but he was doing his best not to dwell on it, because he had a whole new London to get on with getting used to, a new life to start. Thank God Remus had been here and had somehow been the one to find him, because he wasn't sure what would have happened otherwise. He likely would have been arrested by the muggle police and probably even been declared insane, for he would have insisted it was 1981, not 2016.

Instead, he'd been taken to Moony's flat and been taken care of as well as caught up on this new reality he found himself in. A trip to the Ministry had gotten him further sorted, and while there was one more meeting he would need to undertake soon, he wasn't quite ready to meet the adult version of the infant he'd seen just a few nights ago in Hagrid's arms.

But at least he now had money in his pocket, and he knew just where he wanted to spend it. He'd always enjoyed muggle toys (which reminded him, he'd have to find a way to get a new motorbike, as he had no idea where his old one might be by now, and at any rate it was decades old even if he could locate it), and from what he'd seen so far of Remus' mobile phone, he knew he absolutely had to get one of his own.

Finding a shop to purchase one hadn't been difficult; he'd simply asked the first person he saw peering at their little screen where they'd got it and gone there. The problem now was that there were an awful lot of models and varieties to choose from, and he had no bloody clue what he was looking for, what made one version more or less desirable than the next. He wandered around the shop peering at the little cards that announced each phone's features (which may as well have been in Bulgarian for all the sense he could make of them), fighting the urge to just buy the most expensive one in the shop and be done with it, as he no longer had unlimited funds available, at least for the moment. "Which one do you like?" he asked a nearby person with a flash of his charming smile, not bothering to check if they were an employee or if he was simply hassling a random customer.

[Welcome to modern-day London, Padfoot! If your pup wouldn't have a reason to be inside a mobile phone store, feel free to run into him outside trying to figure out how to work his shiny new smartphone. :D)

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[toujours_impur]

Sirius arched an eyebrow at the mention of cauldrons, drifting toward the model indicated to investigate it. "Does that happen to you a lot, then? Phones ending up at the bottom of cauldrons?" he asked with a faint smirk. It was really the only thing he could comment on, as he didn't have any idea what his personal preferences were--or even what his budget was, really. The amount in his pocket, changed from galleons to pounds at Gringotts, seemed like quite a fair amount, but he really only had values from 1981 to go by as of yet.

[yves]

"No, not often. I'm usually much more cautious," Yves admitted, wandering away from the counter so as not to attract the clerk's curiosity again.

Wizard, he could feel the magic radiating from him, and so Yves didn't bother to pretend to be human.

"Not much need for them in our world, hmm?" he mused, touching one of the more expensive models as he walked by. "Is this your first?"

[toujours_impur]

Meeting another wizard--for that's what he assumed the man was--in the middle of muggle London was a surprise, but a generally pleasant one. Though how the man had known he was one was beyond him. He looked down at his clothes briefly, wondering if something he was wearing had given him away, perhaps. He thought he was dressed fairly muggle-ish, but perhaps something had changed in the 35 years he'd missed in a single breath. If so, he couldn't figure out what.

He was still more cautious about his reply than the stranger, however. Breaking the Secrecy Laws wasn't high on his to-do list for the day. "Er, no, there's not," he admitted with a half-shrug. Of course, with his personal embracing of all things muggle simply to annoy his oh-so-pureblood family meant he would have had one ages ago, but explaining to a stranger that he was new to this decade would definitely not do, wizard or not. Not where just anyone could overhear, at any rate. So he let the man think his assumption was correct and nodded. "Yeah, first one, so I'm a bit lost."

[yves]

"Which one catches your eye?" Yves asked.

He'd found you could tell a lot about a person by the phone they picked.

[toujours_impur]

It took great restraint to not shoot the man an incredulous look. Which one caught his eye? They were all the bloody same, beyond a few minor differences in shape and size. How was he to know which one would suit him more or less?

He looked around with a quiet, frustrated sigh and then gestured to one nearby. "That one, I suppose." It was gold and white, and not massive like some of them, though not the smallest one either. Slim and sleek with rounded edges, it looked as if it might slide into the pocket of even the tightest pair of trousers, which was about the extent of Sirius' requirements thus far.

[yves]

"Expensive, but pretty," the fae shrugged. It didn't appeal to him, but it wasn't an uncommon choice. Yves didn't like anything, or anyone, he couldn't pick apart after all.

[toujours_impur]

Sirius nodded, appreciating the information, though the other man couldn't know that. He had no sense of the value of a pound in this new time as of yet, and while he knew that should make him a bit more cautious, he always had had expensive tastes, so the idea that this phone he'd selected met them pleased him. Irrational perhaps, but there it was. "Like me," he replied with a playful smirk, wandering closer to his random choice to inspect it more closely. Perhaps he would get this one.