This was so much fun and oh-so-hot. I loved Sirius' sardonic, exasperated pov, especially with regards to his friends-- Remus running off with his wellies to who knows where, James and his relationship with Lily, Peter eating up his biscuits and skiving off patrol (haha, Pot calling the kettle Black much? This is extra funny in my ridiculous brain because of Sirius' last name ... hmmm) I loved Rosmerta helping out Aberforth by cooking and knowing about the Order.
The Broomsticks was empty, except for an ancient fellow named Barnabas who'd been asleep at the end of the bar nearest the bog since Sirius' second year at school; Fantastic.