A howl of frustration came from the large black dog. Said dog was sitting in the back yard of a flat, with yellow and red flower gardens. Of course, the dog could not see the flowers for he, as all dogs, was color-blind. Behind the dog walked up a fairly large hippogriff. The dog and hippogriff were locked inside this yard and had no chance of escape. The animal had been using the yard as a shortcut and the tall gates had magically closed.
This dog was on an important mission; he needed to find out where he was, and more importantly, how to escape. As the dog surveyed his enclosure, he failed to notice that his captor had walked out the backdoor of her house.
The woman was of medium height and weight, her hair was cut just above shoulder length and was light brown, her eyes were round and a dark, mysterious shade of brown. She wore heart shaped earrings and a matching necklace, and a pale blue shirt and a darker blue mini-skirt.
"Hello, Sirius Black," she called out to the dog. "Don't worry, you can transform here. I know exactly who you are and what you have done, you're perfectly innocent."
The dog remained a dog no longer; he transformed into a tall man who had meaningful deep eyes. Eyes that showed the years of torture he had been through even more than his grungy prison robes.
"How do you know me?" Sirius half-growled at the woman.
"Won't you come in? It's a long story, and I fear that people may hear. That would be anything but good. And plus, you would probably like to sit down. I can assume you were up late, for it is two in the morning. Don't worry about your hippogriff, he is perfectly safe in the yard until we can find him a better place to rest."
Sirius cautiously walked towards the door of her house. This woman seemed nice enough, and seemed to know quite a bit about him. Sirius wanted to know how, and the only way to find out was to follow her. Sirius followed behind her and into a large kitchen. She pulled out a chair for Sirius, walked over to the stove and hurriedly made two cups of tea in the microwave, and sat down at the table and took a sip of her tea.
"Here, have some tea. You'll need it. This is a bit of an… interesting story, though you probably know the whole thing already. First, let me tell you a bit about myself, because I'm sure your wondering "who is this strange woman telling me about my own life" or something or other to that effect. I'm Mandalisi, and I know just as much about Peter Pettigrew as you do. Also, I graduated from Hogwarts 15 years ago, and have yet to find a decent paying job. I'm 32. Almost your age." She seemed to stress the fact that they were close in age.
