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Sirius blinked as he looked up.
“Rabastan?”
“Heir Black” Rabastan gently inclined his head
Sirius was so confused, was Rabastan here for a case?
Had he manifested him somehow? He had found himself wanting to write to him and update him since yesterday after work about a new lunch place he and James had stumbled upon. He probably would have if Rabastan had responded to his last letter about Mexican food. He felt like he had this inner monologue going about the flavors and ingredients and he wanted to share his thoughts with someone who would appreciate how much he loved food.
To be honest he did usually share with whomever he was with whether it be James and Lily, or Moony…or his auror partner Dorcas but nobody had joined him so wholeheartedly in his critiques. He was so surprised that it would be pureblood extraordinaire Rabastan. He was the last person he’d ever thought would allow himself to be so free, to be so “unpureblood-like” actually maybe Lucius fucking Malfoy would be the last considering the stick up his arse, but Rabastan was definitely up there on the list.
Sirius didn’t look like a foodie. He was pretty tall, lithe but muscular and his well defined cheekbones were the envy of almost every girl he’d ever met. But he was a foodie through and through. He loved to try new food and drink, he didn’t care whether it was a wizarding restaurant or a muggle restaurant he loved to try new things and indulge in his tried and true favorites as well.
As a child his mother had not allowed for anything of the sort. She kept him and his brother on a strict diet. She always told Sirius that he was a useless idiot and the only thing he had going for himself was his beautiful face, with his long dark lashes, statuesque features and creamy olive skin. Despite the fact that he had gotten 7 O’s on his NEWTs and the satisfaction he took in mailing a copy to his hag of a mother he was still quite careful to keep to his beauty regimen. Most every night he took his time when dealing with rituals with various creams and serums, and he religiously exercised to ensure that despite his love for indulgence he’d still look a certain way.
“Call me Sirius, please. I mean we shared a croissant. Do you want to sit down? Is everything okay?”
Rabastan seemed to relax a little and sat down in front of his desk
“yes everything is fine, I just had lunch with my father and then stopped to see an old warding colleague. He got up to get some coffee from your cafeteria” he made a face at that “if you could call that coffee anyhow it was terrible. Anyhow so I thought I'd venture here and ask if you could show me how to get to the Mellow Bistro”
Sirius couldn’t hold back the smile from his face if he tried
“I told you that place was delicious. You’re lucky I shared it with you, it’s always been my go to.”
“Hey Pads, when you come over tomorrow…” James suddenly looked up as he walked into his office and cut off
Sirius wanted to laugh at the look on James face but instead he waited to see how this would play out
“Uh, hello Lestrange. Didn’t expect to see you here”
“Lord Potter”
“um , is everything okay?” James looked back and forth between the two of them obviously trying to make sense of it all. Sirius knew him well enough to know that his mind was moving a million miles a minute thinking up scenarios each one worse than the other and none of them would be the right conclusion to draw.
“Just fine, I just met with an old colleague a few floors up and stopped to ask Sirius a question on my way out”
James ran his hands through his hair as he often did “uh, right okay…well, yeah okay”
James suddenly looked up at Sirius “you’re okay right Pads?”
“I’m fine Prongs,”
“Okay then I’ll just be back later” James made some funny gestures with his hands and thumbs and walked out backwards, awkwardly. Sirius couldn’t stop laughing at the absurdity of it all. Rabastan in his office asking about muggle coffee and James walking in and coming to whatever conclusion he had just come to.
“So as I was saying I was hoping to head back to the Mellow Bistro” Rabastan was staring at him and he could see the amused look on his face despite his Slytherin mask “did you want to go together so you could tell me more about Mexican food?”
“Oh!” Sirius stood up pulling his robes the rest of the way off “that place is so good. I can’t believe how long I’ve lived without fajitas in my life”
“What in the world is a fah-hee-tar Sirius?”
“they're called Fajitas Basti” Sirius gestured for him to follow him “Can I call you Basti? Anyways, c’mon I’ll tell you over pastries and coffee. You’re buying this time”