“Yeah Nott, cheers for waking up the magically drained and emotionally distressed wizard I had purposefully left unconscious so his body, mind magical core could start to recuperate in peace,” Sirius said, in a tone of voice that suggested he honestly didn’t know why he fucking bothered sometimes. “Much fuckin appreciated.”
To Strange, in a more respectful tone. “If you want a Dreamless Sleep potion or be out like a light until this has passed, you know where I live. If not, this bird here has got an offer for you.” He gave a salute to the levitation cloak, who he would definitely be seeing again.
Almost he considered walking out without acknowledging that display from Sabrina. But there was a part of him that still wanted to regard Sabrina as well as he had done. So - letting the others now take over with Strange he got close to Sabrina and said to her, voice low and intent and - with a quick flick of his wand - for her ears only, the intensity of his voice as arresting as his eyes. “If you’re really all that and a packet of chocolate frogs like I thought you were, then falling pray to some emotional and sexual jiggerypokery like you have done is fucking embarrassing. Get it together, Proud Lady. I expect so much fucking better from the women I let call me Padfoot.”
He cancelled the spell around them and strode off, already summoning a Patronus for James.