Sirius listens with rapt attention while Harry gives him a brief rundown of all that's passed in the years he's missed, the jumble of wizarding politics, and he doesn't interrupt, but his opinions are writ clear upon his face at every turn.

By the time Harry finishes up, however, Sirius seems content enough, and he's rubbing his scruffy jaw thoughtfully, before he's taking Harry by the elbow to lead him gently toward the nearest table; if they're going to chat might as well not stand around in the middle of the hall doing it.

"Shacklebolt, eh? Far better option than the other two, he'll do you all well," Sirius says, and exhales slowly. "But what about you, Harry? How've you been?"