The recognition suddenly and visibly dawned upon Sirius’ features. While not a ghost, it felt like an apparition from a different life, regardless.<br/>“Oh, shit, yeah,” Sirius all but exclaimed, a context clue to the familiarity he had been unable to pinpoint. He opened the door wider, allowing himself to really look at the young man in front of him. “You’re Narcissa’s kid.”<br/>Though he knew through Andromeda that Narcissa had had a child, Sirius had never personally met the man his cousin married, and, frankly, he gained little information from his son’s features; the man was the spitting image of his maternal side.<br/>“No, you’re alright,” he promised, made equally clumsy by the delay, still trying to wrap his mind around it all.<br/>He let go of the door all together, the act an echo to the growing openness of his tone. Instead, his hands found his cuffs, restlessly pushing up his sleeves, rightfully surprised by the visit.<br/>“What can I do you for?”