Sirius huffed, the sound amplified by the mug still at his lip. No, he certainly had not expected Narcissa to grow an affinity for motorcycles in the passing lifetime, but Sirius couldn’t speak on the behalf of Draco’s paternal family.<br/>“Let me know if you’d ever want to,” he offered easily, almost casually. There was something cliché about the offer, Sirius realized that; a silly symbolism to a fresh start, oddly simplistic given the fact that Draco’s entire existence was likely scrutinized on any major tabloid as they spoke.<br/>“I bought her as soon as I could,” Sirius added, the subtle acknowledgement of the fact that he had defied his parents in one way and hadn’t stopped to respect any other rule they had imposed on him.<br/>He smiled, also wanting to offer Draco a way out. “Or we can take the underground to work just as fine.”