The way Sirius glanced over at his clothes was a dead give-away to the fact that he didn’t immediately know what shirt to offer Draco. Working at the garage meant the rest of Sirius’ wardrobe was specifically chosen to balance out the utter bore of his cover-alls; he wasn’t actually sure he had owned anything Oxford-appropriate since he had actually attended the school himself.<br/>“Posh?” he asked as he picked through the shirts, finding the distinction to be rather useful. “Cotton?”