Sirius arrived just in the nick of time! He was talented at doing that. Innate Gryffindor ability, he chalked it up to. "Lils! Hallo there," he greeted brightly, catching the case of butterbeers before they fell to certain doom.
"C'mon in," Sirius beckoned her, and tried not to look too disappointed by the keen lack of James. "Where's the one with the messy hair and grandpa glasses?"