‘You,’ Sirius growled, his eyes narrowing as he veered from his original destination, covering the ground between the two of them with long strides until his hand closed around soft fabric and he hauled the other to his feet. ‘I should have known I would find you here. Come to gloat, have you? Or perhaps you’d like to take the time to point out exactly which of this handiwork is yours.’ Written for the October 2005 HPFF Writers Duel