The past week encompassed the single most consecutive period of time Sirius had stayed on the settlement and Kingsley had taken advantage of his momentary stability to 'confer' with him on all manner of things - mainly having to do with the other continent. He was anxious to start building a new settlement there but Sirius had several issues with that - predominately Kingsley's indecision as to the indigenous life forms on that continent. Specifically, how the indigenous life forms were predatory and their current "non-interference position" - a position Sirius thought to be universally foolhardy.
He had reluctantly agreed to ferry a team of security personnel and geologists over in the following week, on the condition that he simply brought them back and forth, but they would not be relying on him for direction. Sirius was thinking of just that decision while he cast cleaning charms around the house - he didn't think of it as home, not yet at least. With the exception of doing his laundry and storing his rucksacks in the garage that housed the Jeep he'd been assigned by Kingsley soon after their arrival in pieces - Sirius had put it back together himself, then lent his skills toward getting the rest of them in order - there was just a thin layer of dust on everything.
Checking the time, Sirius took a shower and considered his limited wardrobe. There was little choice there, however, given that he hadn't had much to work with since his "resurrection". Jeans and a bottom down shirt was as fancy as his wardrobe allowed and that's what he pulled on. Moving back downstairs, Sirius set the kettle on to simmer - it couldn't hurt to have it ready though he'd found a bottle of wine at the marketplace for the evening, a bottle that was chilling in the cooler. He had several different foods in the cooler, fish and fowl, along with a variety of the root vegetables that he'd been experimenting with this week. When the knock came at his door, Sirius was half way across the living room floor already and he opened it with a low grin. "Cecilia, please, come in," he invited her, stepping back.
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Date: 2012-12-03 09:33 am (UTC)He had reluctantly agreed to ferry a team of security personnel and geologists over in the following week, on the condition that he simply brought them back and forth, but they would not be relying on him for direction. Sirius was thinking of just that decision while he cast cleaning charms around the house - he didn't think of it as home, not yet at least. With the exception of doing his laundry and storing his rucksacks in the garage that housed the Jeep he'd been assigned by Kingsley soon after their arrival in pieces - Sirius had put it back together himself, then lent his skills toward getting the rest of them in order - there was just a thin layer of dust on everything.
Checking the time, Sirius took a shower and considered his limited wardrobe. There was little choice there, however, given that he hadn't had much to work with since his "resurrection". Jeans and a bottom down shirt was as fancy as his wardrobe allowed and that's what he pulled on. Moving back downstairs, Sirius set the kettle on to simmer - it couldn't hurt to have it ready though he'd found a bottle of wine at the marketplace for the evening, a bottle that was chilling in the cooler. He had several different foods in the cooler, fish and fowl, along with a variety of the root vegetables that he'd been experimenting with this week. When the knock came at his door, Sirius was half way across the living room floor already and he opened it with a low grin. "Cecilia, please, come in," he invited her, stepping back.