This was originally going to be called Twilight, but I couldn't do that to you guys, so it's now dusk. 100 words.
Dusk
Sirius stood by the door of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, feeling a great rush of joy swell inside him as he watched the dusk drawing in. This was always his favourite time of the day. Especially at this time of year. Winter.
It was early enough that his parents wouldn't be asking questions if they noticed his absence, but late enough and dark enough that his form had a chance of passing unnoticed in the shadows.
Bounding forward, transforming on the move, Sirius escaped the oppressive confines of his house and tore off into the rapidly deepening London dusk.
