Sirius chuckled. "Yes, exactly like magic, I imagine." He shook his head amused at James and his giggling.
"Three bottles of firewhiskey?" That was also surprising. "I think I need to have a talk with Snape about his getting you so drunk." He chuckled though, more amused than put out by any of this. "Yes you did tell me that." He sat down beside James when he ended up sitting down again after his first attempt at getting to his feet. Yes Snape was going to get a talking to, the man was a potions master - or he called himself one - you would think he'd heard of a sobering potion at some point in his career. "Maybe we should stay then."