Nice (The original chapter 69)

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The air was nice and crisp, just the way Magnus liked it, but he found little pleasure now that his sleep was troubled once more. Perhaps he should find some other warm, magical bird to keep him company, it worked last time.

Food for thoughts.

'At least I'm getting something out of it this time.' He thought, picking the mirror his father gave him a year ago.

It was a nice attention, but it would be nicer if he didn't know he only got it because Potter wasn't feeling that comfortable chatting daily with the sickly looking ex-convict who claimed to be his godfather.

At least in the beginning, things changed once Sirius's name was truly cleared up, he got around seeing mind healers. (All attractive ladies, or else he would simply not go.) and drank that god awful potion regimen Andromeda put him through.

Dumbledore explaining the situation also helped smooth things up.

"Sirius." He said, and soon saw the face of that old dog grinning at him like a child who got a new toy.

His facial hair had been neatly trimmed into a stylish beard, the long hair he all but forced Magnus to adopt were now cleaner and less puffy then his less fortunate counterpart from the books. He wasn't bulky by any means, Magnus could only get him to exercise with the promise that it would impress the ladies, but Sirius was leagues beyond that shell of a man he could've been.

"You finally called pup, almost thought you chickened out." His smile grew wilder, and he barked a lot at something only he could understand.

"Oh quit it already." Magnus rolled his eyes, "I need your help."

"Does it involve that French bird you've been swooning over all year."

Oh, so that's how it is.

"First, I do not 'swoon', ever." He glared at the silvery mirror, and his father's repressed chuckles. "Second…yes, it's about Fleur."

Magnus wanted nothing more than to deal with this situation by himself, but he was fortunately wise enough to see which battles he couldn't win on his own.

Sirius was supposed to be a player in his time, his insights should be at least somewhat useful.

"Damn boyo, look at you going." The old dog whistled, it was a mistake to introduce him to the tv. "Didn't expect you to be so cash-money, to be honest."

"Nor did I." he shrugged.

Sirius looked at him for a few seconds, before his eyes opened comedically.

"Wait, don't tell me it's serious?!"

"Dad."

"No pun intended." Sirius looked like he ate a lemon, "Listen pup, I could teach you how to pull chicks easily enough, with your face that should be even easier than it was for me…Lucky bastard…"

"Could we get back on topic?" Magnus rolled his eyes, he was starting to feel bad for teasing Padma.

"Yeah." Sirius scratched his cheek, "All I wanted to say is…well, I don't have that much experience keeping girls once I shagged them in some broom closet."

"This wasn't an image I needed in my head." Magnus said drily, looking every bit as disturbed as he was currently feeling. "I don't plan on getting Fleur anywhere near a broom closet."

He was already regretting asking him.

"Surely there's something to teach me." The boy looked at him.

Sirius opened his mouth.

"No, I don't need a contraception charm."

Sirius closed his mouth.

"Look, define not too much experience." He could already feel a headache coming.

The dog who looked like a man who could look like a dog went into deep thoughts.

"I've never stayed with the same girl for more than two weeks."

'Damn.' Magnus thought.

"Damn." Magnus said, there was no other possible answer.

"You're sure you don't want a contraception charm?"

"Dad!" He flushed, this time not managing to repress the thought of him and Fleur…well, plucking roses.

Sirius just laughed it off, soon bidding him farewell. They tried to speak regularly, and send a couple letters when they're too tired to deal with the other's personal brand of bullshit. But the Blacks were a busy people, there was simply no helping it.

"I gotta go, fucking Wizengamot might just decide to make icecreams illegal If I don't keep on eye on them, you could always ask those friends of yours for advice." He grumbled, before throwing him a bone and turning off the mirror.

'As if I didn't try that already.' Magnus shook his head. 'They just started spouting some Be Yourself feel-good Disney bullshit.'

While the eagle who looked like a boy who could turn into an eagle was pondering just what he should do with himself and all those troublesome chemicals his brain produced when he thought about flowers, a certain Veela was being spied on by the ever watchful eyes of a stiff looking tabby cat.

She better be careful, or she'll soon learn what happens when you mess around with the family of Minerva freaking McGonagall.

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