Wham!

Well, at least he'd had the foresight to set up some kind of cushioning spell upon himself, to be automatically cast whenever he went on his next trip, so when Sirius noisily landed flat on his back once more, he felt only a somewhat mild impact to his entire body, not even enough to take away his breath this time. Hastily looking around at his new location, the now fully-clad wizard awarded himself a quick mental congratulations for his prescience, since he might've actually been hurt by falling onto the very hard concrete floor of one of those places where Muggles parked their motor vehicles.

Not that an example of those speedy machines was currently occupying the grage, or whatever they were called. Instead, this dimly lighted space was completely bare except for some tool cabinets along the left wall, and a hooded figure completely dressed up in black robes and armed with a big knife, while using this weapon to threaten a trio of terrified young women backed up against the far wall and screaming with fear at the tops of their lungs. Who instantly stopped shrieking, to then gape at the man who'd suddenly appeared out of thin air to land with a loud thud upon his back in the garage of Tatum's house, right at the exact moment that they were going to get murdered by Ghostface.

That serial killer himself had been wildly waving his knife back and forth in grand sweeps of his right arm, indicating his eagerness for the coming slaughter, until the hooded figure abruptly hesitated, now standing motionless, with his cruel weapon held immobile. Just the sudden stares by his three now-hushed female victims directed past him might have simply been some kind of trick, trying to distract him prior to them making a break for it, but that entirely unexpected noise from behind, the sound of an unknown heavy object dropping onto the garage floor, was something else. Particularly when a man's very irritated voice then snapped in a strong British accent from lower down and to Ghostface's back:

"Bugger this for a lark! Don't you Muggles have anything better to do?"

Whirling around while getting his knife ready for immediate bloody murder against this unanticipated intruder, Ghostface was halted in his tracks at seeing there before him in the garage a totally unfamiliar older man in a suit lying on his back and balefully glaring straight up at the black-clad figure wearing a white mask that was frozen in its representation of a despairing scream.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

A few moments later, Sirius had gotten up to his feet while meditatively brushing himself off, for the nonce ignoring the disbelieving stares directed at him by the three flabbergasted women still nervously standing against the far wall, who were now the only other people in the garage besides that English wizard himself. As he recalled the tremendous sensations felt throughout his magical core just a second ago while casting his annihilation spell against that whoever-he-was, which were becoming all too familiar, Sirius sighed, and then he sent a hopeful look towards the female trio, who timidly blinked back at him.

Ambling closer across the room to Sirius' latest apprehensive rescuees, his relaxed saunter with any luck showing these traumatized ladies that he wasn't going to hurt them at all, the wizard stopped short in front of the trio and carefully cleared his throat, before asking in a rather resigned tone to no one in particular, "This is America, aye?"

After a few bewildered seconds, the three girls cautiously nodded, watching how the older man who'd just saved them from being killed then rubbed his face hard with his left hand and continued holding his wooden stick in the other, while exasperatedly muttering under his breath, "Of course." Letting his hand fall away, a mutually fascinated Casey, Tatum, and Sidney now heard again from an inquiring Sirius, "All right, ladies, here's the most important question: What year is it?"

Three feminine mouths fell open in unison after that totally unexpected query, with Sidney at last managing to stutter out, "I-it's 1996."

Sirius momentarily glowered off into the distance, not paying any attention to the glances of wonder being sent his way by the others, as they waited for him to do whatever else he might do next. However, that man then just shrugged to himself, as he dourly commented, "Well, at least the year's the right one, but as usual, I seem to be the only sodding wizard in the whole bloody world."

Blinking in surprise at the trio of young women then expectantly eyeing him, Sirius hastily collected himself, and opened his mouth, only to just as quickly close it, as Padfoot intently peered at the very beautiful blonde, the brunette, and the other brunette, all of them now beginning to blush under his close, admiring scrutiny. Particularly when the man before them now gave everyone there a truly charming smile, as he briskly suggested, "I'm sure that you'd all like an explanation, and I'll be more than happy to provide this, but not here. Why don't we move to someplace nice and private, have a drink or two, and go on from there?"

*WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!*