The tone of the conversation changed as soon as the man’s voice grew strained, washing an horribly familiar feeling of dread over Sirius’; he glanced down at the messenger bag the man carried, and the sight made his stomach turn.<br/>Sirius wasn’t a stranger to this exact situation. Over the course of the years, several of Remus’ students had appeared on their doorstep with similar scarcely packed bags. This felt different, the hurt too familiar when it was painted across features that looked so similar to Sirius’ own.<br/>“Draco, was it?” Sirius needed to have clarified, gently but without making a fuss. His eyes briefly left his cousin, looking over his shoulders and onto the street he had come from, not sure what he was looking for.<br/>Taking a step backwards into the entryway, he nodded a gesture inwards, before his eyes once again found the young man. “Would you join me for tea?”