[Friend, singular. Vegetables. Huffiness. A kettle on the boil. Sirius' wariness bumps all over, a turbulent magic carpet bearing a load of rocks. He's been watching Newt with one eye of caution, especially when he took a step closer. Unarmed, still, so he goes back to looking at Goldstein instead.]
You ought to have an interest, Goldstein.
[It comes out entirely too grim for what he means by it. Borderline threatening, given the way he's sat with great tension. All the slow and deliberate movements in the world aren't helping to calm him just yet.
Remus, moving a kettle around, is helping a little. Sirius shoots him half a glance and tries to winch in the urge to snarl.]
There's not that many of us. We sort this now, it saves us all a load of time later.
[And possibly saves Sirius from any accusations that might crop up when anyone besides James and Lily Potter climb out of their long sleep. A handful of others, maybe, if he's truly lucky. Harry.
He flicks his gaze back to Newt again. Something professorial in him. Less rigid than Goldstein, anyways.]
no subject
You ought to have an interest, Goldstein.
[It comes out entirely too grim for what he means by it. Borderline threatening, given the way he's sat with great tension. All the slow and deliberate movements in the world aren't helping to calm him just yet.
Remus, moving a kettle around, is helping a little. Sirius shoots him half a glance and tries to winch in the urge to snarl.]
There's not that many of us. We sort this now, it saves us all a load of time later.
[And possibly saves Sirius from any accusations that might crop up when anyone besides James and Lily Potter climb out of their long sleep. A handful of others, maybe, if he's truly lucky. Harry.
He flicks his gaze back to Newt again. Something professorial in him. Less rigid than Goldstein, anyways.]
He's with you?