"Really?" Dylan laughed. "You never think he's been before?" That seemed unlikely, he was what? 200 years old? Well 100-something at least.
"Hey, I'd be a lot more fun to read about than many," he said with a grin. "Then again they might make me boring too and we couldn't have that."
He looked around the room, glancing at the acrobats one more before looking back at Sirius, a smile still on his face. "So how are you standing Malfoy Manor?" he asked. "I still can't believe Jamie snuck off to see you without telling me to tag along." He laughed. "Will you stay there long?"