"This is NOT funny!" Harry glared at Sirius, who looked entirely too cheerful - maybe he'd been nipping at his flask again. Harry wanted to search his desk cause he, himself was out of firewhiskey.
"I sort of did that," Harry said finally, folding his arms. "You know, said yes sir and all that, but damn, that was just weird. Is he finally losing it? Dear Merlin, please say he is..."
Harry snorted at the apron and shoes. "You guys are sick - are you gonna install a pole for Remus to swing off too?" He thought. "If you do, please warm me before I come over. Remus - or ANY of you - in pasties would scar me for life."