What a good night. James makes a habit of making a fool of himself most days, but he'd really outdone himself - drunk and stumbling, with his antlers stuck in the fireplace? It was brilliant, he couldn't have planned it better, and James had done it all by himself. Sirius will cherish these photographs for a long, long time. Forever. It'll never stop being absolutely hysterical.

He'd not been keen on going home to an empty flat that night, however, so he'd done as he often does, he'd shifted and climbed right into James and Lily's bed like it's his own, flopped right between them with his paws all over James. At the mercy of Lily's belly rubs, however, he'd fallen asleep almost instantly and slept like a log all night and into the morning.

He's dreaming now. Flat on his back with all four big paws in the air, Sirius begins to move, his lips twitching, furry legs jerking, his back foot kicking James right in the hip. Not long after he begins to whimper and growl. He's gonna catch that squirrel, just you watch!!