Of course he should have known that Harry would be immediately piqued by the mention of his parents, he always has been, for as long as Sirius had known him (not long enough, truly), so he drops the subject of the school and magic for now to instead talk of better things.

With a chuckle, he leans forward and laces his fingers loosely on the tabletop.

"Oh, she had a temper for sure, your mother. She could be very.. energetic," he says, the ghost of a nostalgic smile creeping over his face. "Your dad's temper wasn't quite so bad, but he had a real penchant for walking right into trouble without looking both ways for it, and he never really learned not to. So he was on the sofa quite often, yes."