"You ruined the whole batch so whatever is in the pot, basically. About two thirds. Why? Are you thinking of going to the event as a pixie yourself?" God, he hoped not. He didn't even want to know. He just wanted to get his fix for this mess, wash his hair and get ready. If they were late down then they'd never hear the end of it.

"I'm detecting a hint of mischief. Please tell me you're not plotting anything. Can't we have one nights break from you and your schemes?" It wasn't as fun seeing Sirius constantly in trouble as he wanted it to be. It didn't feel good to watch them pull Sirius apart. It didn't make him feel like he was better or more loved - it just made him feel like shit.