"Yes, of course," Sirius said in a somber tone of voice. "After all, we've got sucking to do, according to Vera, and who can do any kind of sucking on a full stomach?" He was too happy, too content to pretend not to be, though. "Did we ever tell you about Moony's eighteenth birthday?" he asked Vera. "We knew he'd expect a party on his birthday--we were rather predictable that way--so we gave him a party three days early. We got entirely pissed on Firewhiskey. James nearly set the draperies on fire with some sparklers, and Pe--The Rat got his eyebrows singed off."