Sirius is strangely fascinated by Homsar's hat. And Homsar's mode of speech. And Homsar's softness.
It's something like what a mother should be. Soft. And incomprehensible.
Mrs. Black was sadly all too comprehensible. Idiotic, ranting and a prejudiced bitch, but comprehensible.
Sirius likes the fact that he's not completely sure what Homsar's saying. It lets him pretend that Homsar's saying what Sirius wants to hear, and that varies from day to day.
So he chases Homsar's hat around the room once he's lost at Candy Mountain, listens to the creature's tone instead of his words and once he catches the hat, pats it until Homsar's speech becomes even more garbled than usual.
I am going to the special hell.
It's something like what a mother should be. Soft. And incomprehensible.
Mrs. Black was sadly all too comprehensible. Idiotic, ranting and a prejudiced bitch, but comprehensible.
Sirius likes the fact that he's not completely sure what Homsar's saying. It lets him pretend that Homsar's saying what Sirius wants to hear, and that varies from day to day.
So he chases Homsar's hat around the room once he's lost at Candy Mountain, listens to the creature's tone instead of his words and once he catches the hat, pats it until Homsar's speech becomes even more garbled than usual.