Sirius had just turned to the kitchen sink and started the water, when another person appeared in the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder while soaping in his hands to look at the new arrival, finding himself looking at a pale woman with furiously red hair.<br/>“Hiya,” Sirius said with a crooked grin, half-waving with soaped in hands, before washing them off. He didn’t want to be impolite, but he did also want to get his hands clean so that he could help them open the bottle as he had promised.<br/>“Is Remus really that secretive that you can’t tell the difference between the Indian architect student and the Korean mechanic?” He asked with a crooked grin, grabbing a towel to dry off his hands. He didn’t know how much Remus shared about his flat mates, but he figured that he would have shared that much. “In any case, I’m Sirius.”