Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Laura, who drew fanart of MWPP
He knows that Sirius is gone when the hairdryer sits and stays on the table past seven o▓clock in the morning.
Sirius had always had a thing for Muggle objects. Not quite as scary-obsessive as a certain male Weasley they both knew, but a thing nonetheless. It had started as an act of rebellion in the dark days when he still lived at home but continued to a higher level of interest as he grew older and no longer called any street in London ▒home▓.
One of his main interest points was hairdryers. They had studied them on their first day in Muggle Studies back in Third Year along with other common Muggle electrical appliances. Sirius had been fascinated as the idea of not using a quick sicco charm was completely foreign. He had flinched when the Professor had turned the device on and the motor kicked in and was amazed when a magically created puddle of water had disappeared after a few moments of noise and shaking.
So of course, the only thing to do when he left Number 12 and got his own flat was to buy a hairdryer. It was small and yellow and made more noise than hot air. But Sirius loved it as much as he did his new sense of freedom. In a way, it was a symbol of the freedom. He was free to have as many gaudy and slightly unnecessary (but most importantly Muggle) things as he wanted. He had no Mother to breathe down his neck and hiss a disgusted remark. No Father to look at him with bleary, drunken disgust. Just the comforting noise of Deborah, as he had taken to calling his bumblebee yellow baby.
Even after he had bought the motorbike, the greatest Muggle thing ever, he was still fascinated by Debbie. Only thing was, he could never find her just after a shower, and by the time he did, his hair was mostly dry and not in need of a luxurious blow-dry. It annoyed him a lot, until his old friend, new roommate Remus came up with a plan. As a dedicated evening showerer and amazing thing-finder, Remus would find and use the hairdryer and leave it, plugged in, on the table. Ready for Sirius to use after his morning shower.
This, (and Remus▓s many other plans and general intelligence) was one of the many reasons Sirius loved Remus as more than an old friend and new roommate. Not that he▓d ever tell him.
It was comforting to Sirius to see Debbie there and ready for him every morning and comforting for Remus to the hairdryer squirreled away somewhere every evening. It was just a comfortable routine that didn▓t change even after Sirius told Remus that he loved his plans. And his intelligence. And him in general. The routine was never broken.
That is until Sirius is gone. The hairdryer remains on the table when Remus can▓t be bothered to shower for days. Seeing it, bright yellow with ▒Deborah▓ scratched into the handle, lying on the table makes Remus cry on the tenth of November when he should have done many days ago.
'Sicco' means 'to dry' in Latin. I just stuck it in an English-Latin translator because I wanted the charm to have a name. Sorry if it's wrong!