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Sirius knew, or at least could tell, that Emmeline wasn't pleased to be with him. It wasn't his fault she'd been turned into a sourpuss by that ridiculous character people called Caradoc. He really didn't get it, Emmeline had been great and fun before, and even just a month or so ago had come over to his bar and had a few (or more) drinks with him. Of course, it had been about him so Sirius didn't like to count that. So when the stake-out opportunity came, he was glad to get put on detail with her. Mostly so he could keep an eye on her. And maybe bug her about being such a bitch lately.

He was currently wrestling with a cracker package, trying to open it without taking his eyes off of the building across the way. He nodded at Emmeline's question, "Yeah, I can feel the wards from here," he said with a slight shudder. "High pitched bastards. It's like they turn up the sound or something," Sirius tugged on his ear absently. "I think the roof would be risky, there's that building next to it with windows that overlook. If we could get on there without being noticed, we might be able to get a sticky trap. But the wards being on it are what tipped us off. I don't think we've figured out who they've got that's doing their wards yet, have we?" If she just wanted to chat about work, that's what they'd do. For now, at least.