Brow furrowing, Sirius struggled to process the information bombarding him. He had seen the replies to Remus, his former students recognising him, but Sirius had assumed them children as they had been when Remus taught them. Seeing Neville now, nearly the same age as his parents when Sirius had known them, was disorienting. The last he had seen Harry, he had been not but thirteen or fourteen, and it was difficult to piece together how this was possible.
"Went." Sirius turned his head, resting his weight just a little more against the table. "And how long has it been?" He was careful not to ask about his own future for fear of somehow altering it. Any wizard with sense knew not to play with time. "Is he well? Harry." That was all that mattered to Sirius.
Gripping the back of the chair, Sirius was hesitant to sit, still too wary of his surroundings. He had gotten rather lucky here, but there was no way of knowing if the next person to arrive would be as lenient or as forgiving. "I should be going," Sirius intoned though he made no motion to leave, hunger and caution warring inside of him.