London 1981

Sirius Black was a wanderer. Even at Hogwarts he had snuck out at night or skipped class just to explore every nook and cranny the castle had to offer.

If he had gone to a psychiatrist, they would have told him it likely stemmed from his childhood, when his mother would lock him in his room for days on end when he did something wrong, and the desire to escape the house he grew up in. But Sirius wasn't the sort to go to a psychiatrist, so all he knew was that he liked it. And it was precisely because he liked it that Sirius Black ended up walking into a coffee shop on the edge of muggle London, with nothing but time to kill and a few pounds he had found on the street.

The coffee shop was bustling, as it was eight o'clock in the morning, and he compared the price board to the money in his pocket, satisfied that he would be able to afford a drink.

After ordering a coffee, black as his name, he loitered by the counter and looked around at the other patrons. Quite a few business men, a few joggers, some harried moms rocking babies.

Seeing no one that he was particularly interested in interacting with, he chose an empty table and pulled out his sketchbook, ready to draw. Nothing was really catching his interest, however, until the door to the shop opened again and oh... oh.

She was beautiful. Leather jacket to match his, miniskirt, and pointed heels, she was a dream wrapped up in rock 'n' roll. Her eyes were wide and brown, her hair blonde and curled, but what really got him was her lipstick, bright pink and ready to fuck.

She walked toward the counter with a purpose, and rattled off her order as though she had done it a thousand times.

Muggle then, but no matter, Sirius had always prided himself on being open minded.

The barista looked starstruck for a moment, but then turned to make her beverage, leaving her leaning on the counter.

Sirius almost died when she turned her eyes to his and smiled, but instead he simply smirked back, biting his lip a little in a way that drove women crazy; well, witches anyway, he wasn't quite sure about muggles. It seemed to work, however, and once her coffee was done she made her way over to him, heels clicking on the linoleum floor, drink clutched in her perfectly manicured hand.

"Do you mind?" she asked, and Sirius was surprised to hear that she was American.

"Not at all," he answered, "Here, let me wipe off your seat for you."

And then, in a move that would either win her or lose her, he took a napkin to wipe off his face.

With a laugh loud and beautiful that struck Sirius to his very core, she sat down (in a chair) and took a sip of her coffee.

"You're a brave man," she told him, lips tilting into a smirk, "But are you brave enough to tell me your name?"

"Sirius Orion Black," he stated, knowing a dare when he heard it. "And you are?"

"Marianne Rose Hayworth, but you can call me Mary, like the virgin," she told him, holding out a hand for him to shake. Sirius didn't know who the fuck the virgin Mary was, but with a name like that he was guessing he wouldn't much like her, so he took the offered hand and kissed it, saying: "I don't know about you, but I'm not a huge fan of virgins, so I think I'll just call you Rose."

When he had extended his hand to hers his jacket shifted, and her eyes lit up when she saw the wand in his inner pocket. Sirius felt his heart jolt, hoping she was a witch, but she squashed his hope when she pointed to it with her free hand and asked, "What is that?"

"Sorry, love," he told her, dropping her hand and leaning back in his seat so his jacket concealed it once more, "I don't give away all my secrets on the first date."
"Then let's have a second one," she replied with a smirk, and took his art pencil from his hand to write an address on his sketchbook. "Tomorrow night, eleven o'clock, be there," she ordered, leaving Sirius to nod, starstruck, as she stood up, grabbed her coffee, and walked out the door, leaving the wizard to wonder what just happened.