"I'll have to sort it out. What am I going to do, never take my shirt off again or parade around with a pureblood slogan in the changing rooms?" Sirius shakes his head, looking down as he finishes putting his shirt back on and buttons it up a little bit more. He shrugs so the shirt hangs off him in the right way again, then he turns so he can lean back. Of course he'll tell James, it's inevitable, but it's also difficult. James, who can never wrap his mind around how parents can not love a child. Sirius still finds it strange that some parents apparently do.

"It's been a long summer." He pats himself down, looking for his pouch. "I can't wait to buy snacks, I'm going to eat my body-weight today. Twice, possibly. You might have to roll me out of the Great Hall."