"Yes, of course."

Hurrying ahead, he held the door open for Sirius and then glanced back, watching the book shop owner as he stood behind the desk, mostly watching as Sirius went along. People knew him. He mattered. He had power. Severus wished so desperately he could be Sirius. Walking alongside him, he had to run to watch up, feeling oddly safe and content with his friend. His pureblood, anciently-established wizard friend. This was a dream.