"Ah, okay. Looks cool." He tilted his head to the side and wondered if it was safe to be seen going in and out of here. He looked around, feeling as nervous as he always did when he attempted stuff like this. He just didn't want to cause any trouble, he didn't handle being beaten very well. The one time he had his ass kicked for being queer, he almost died - if he bled, it didn't stop, it kept going.

He held Sirius' hand tight, choosing to trust him. He trusted him enough to hold his hand, it seemed too late to back out now just because the place had flags. He walked up to the door and let go of Sirius, opening it and holding it for him. "Huh." There were a lot more queer books than he remembered.