Yes. Yes, they did. Emmeline was right: they needed to make an effort or some such posh rot. She was always right.
Godric's taint, James spoke true...
Deer in the headlights mental process fleeted briefly across Sirius' eyes and disappeared quick as an ice cube in boiling water. Nothing to it but to pull up his britches and get it over with. And that began by swinging a leg over Stella and offering his wife a hand.
"Just remember, if she turns my balls to goat's eyes, you're the only one to blame."
With Emmeline in hand, Sirius lead her across the street to the row of houses, Number 12 eking into existence between 11 and 13, clawing its way from the very stones that contracted and stretched and rearranged to accommodate the impossible. And before he could think better of it, Sirius reached for the knocker, and announced their arrival.
The heir had returned (again), and this time, he'd brought a wife.