Sorry this took so damn long. I started doubting myself then got caught up in other things and forgot it completely.

But! I'm back! And hope to be back for awhile!

Having an alleged wizard serial killer hiding out in your place of residence is not at all like I expected. Not that I had any expectations when it came to harboring wizard fugitives. It's strangely a lot like babysitting a small child. He's constantly whining about how bored he is, how much he wants to see his godson and how much time we're wasting by doubting his sanity. He can't be trusted to go out on his own, so one of us has to personally escort him to the bathroom at safe times throughout the day. And there always has to be someone in the room with him to keep him from breaking something or breaking out. But, on the upside, he's ridiculously easy to entertain.

"Woah... it's almost like a painting!" He laughed, tapping at the screen of a phone. I had installed app on it that made it look like a koi pond. The water rippled and the colorful fish swam around. Sirius adored it. "Ohoho look at them eating. This is amazing!"

"Hmm." I grunt over the morning papers. Sherlock managed to persuade Mycroft into sending a few muggle luxuries by owl. So every morning we get both the daily prophet and the times as well as plug-in batteries for our few, precious electronic devices. In return, we send back our used batteries for charging, a magical knicknack for his scientists to study and a four page report on Sherlock's well being. I requested the paper personally. Mycroft argued that I could get the same information online using the state-of-the-art tablet he was so graciously lending us, but I've always liked having a physical paper in my hands.

"You muggles and your... techynalogy advance so quickly. Last I heard, you guys just used these things for talking." Sirius beamed, swishing his finger in the virtual water. "Now you use them to feed fish! Brilliant. Just brilliant."

I smirk down at the muggle paper's article of Sherlock's most recent case solved. Of course, Sherlock's name was never mentioned, but I heard him talking to lestrade last week so I know it was his doing. "You should see the T.V. shows and movies lately." I mutter as I cut out the small article for my scrapbook.

"Oh, I know all about your moving pictures and the telly. And the radio! Do you guys have a radio around?" He seems as excited about regular technology as I can be about magic. He seems to be pretty knowledgeable, or as much as a wizard can be. It's a nice change from the vague, outlandish ideas most wizards seem to have about us. Even the most well meaning wizards seem to have the strangest perspective of normal life. Especially modern medicine. When I mentioned that I was a doctor over dinner, everyone acted as though I had just shat on the table.

"No. But I can get the phone to play music if you like." Luckily, we won't have to worry about being heard or making too much noise. Sherlock's put at least seven different silencing charms on the room. I folded up the muggle newspaper and put it aside, turning my attention to the wizarding newspaper. Hmmm... apparently the haunted house in the neighboring village has been increasing in activity. Animals ripped to shreds, strange noises... locals complain of restlessness and sudden mood swings, centaurs have been spotted fleeing the area. The paper warns against visiting it, flying over, or walking in the street near it. It's strange, they say it's haunted by ghosts, but none of the ghosts I know of are ever violent. Well, peeves is... troublesome. But I never thought their kind could be physically capable of the violence this article is describing.

"Could you get it to play the Beatles?" He asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I folded the newspaper out of the way. I'm not exactly an expert on ghosts, so it's probably just as they say. "Yeah, sure. Bring it over." Sirius pushed himself off the sofa. He's nearly the same height and shape as Sherlock, so he's been borrowing his robes. They suit him alright, even though he doesn't have Sherlock's fluid gait, so they don't flow quite as well. He's been complaining that they've been getting tighter. Probably because he's been eating regular meals. I doubt they feed prisoners very well in Azkaban. "Here. Just tap the song you want to play."

"Thanks." The next moments are filled with the upbeat voices of John, Paul, Ringo, George and Sirius as they sang of love and peace and yellow submarines. I leave him to it and retreat into the bedroom for some relative quiet. I've already graded the few papers turned in by students seeking extra credit and put together up today's package for Mycroft (today's magical knicknack is a bag of every flavored beans) so there really isn't anything left that needs doing. I'd like to take walk around the grounds but even in dog form Sirius looks suspicious. So, I settle for flipping through one of the textbooks on magic which Sherlock left me.

"Turn off that racquet." I hear Sherlock declare just seconds before slamming the door behind him.

"Well, nice to see you to, dear." I could almost see Sirius's mocking smile through the wall. And Sherlock's unamused glare. "Ok, ok. I'm turning it off... actually uh. How d-"

"Oh, give me that." Sherlock snapped, followed by the sounds of a struggle. I better go in and negotiate a cease fire.

"Boys, boys. Cut it out." I call out. They continue to wrestle for the phone, ignoring me entirely. Sherlock finally pries it out of Sirius's hands and taps the pause button. "Sherlock, where have you been? Believe it or not, I did actually have plans today."

"If you're talking about the Quidditch match, it's really not worth it. You'd get more excitement from watching flies breeding with half the neckache." Sherlock scoffed, tucking the phone into his jacket pocket and flopping onto the sofa on the opposite end of Sirius, who rolled his eyes at my flatmate's current mood.

"I don't care. It sounds cool and I wanted to see it for myself." Also, a little time away from these nutjobs would do wonders for my mental health. "Now stop dancing around my questions and tell me. Where were you?"

"Oh, some gardening. Some hunting. I'll tell you later." He groaned, stretching his back.

"That's not an answer."

"For now I think I'll... have a nap." He yawned, curling up on his side with his head lying on the armrest.

"Still not an answer."

"You can still catch the game if you run."

"Fine." I sigh, ducking back into the bedroom to fetch my wizard robes. It's pretty cold out there and none of my muggle clothes are as warm as these thick cloaks. I shoot Sherlock a glare as I leave. "But this isn't over."

"Hmm." He replied, already half asleep.

"Keep an eye out for Harry!" Sirius reminded me, as he did every time someone left the room, pulling a tablet out from behind a couch cushion.

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