Sirius sighed as he opened the door and went into the small hall. “I know how you feel. I miss them too. My friends I mean. But I just hope that they will show up eventually. Lily showed up after me and you did, so maybe your father will too. Or Remus…”
“Harry...” Sirius looked at him disappointed. “That’s a joke… you use your brain, Harry. Be creative, make something up. That’s how you invent a password.” He shook his head smiling.
“Drastic? Not going to work is not drastic. I didn’t go there when I first arrived here. And if I have better things to do I still don’t go.” He shrugged. He still did not like the idea of Harry working for Petersen. Maybe he should have a little chat with the manager. “Cheese and pepperoni, it is.” He went to open his room but hesitated, his hand pausing in mid-air. Dom may still be in there and he did not want Harry to ask questions if it came to another round of shouting or ignoring him completely. He turned to his godson. “Why don’t you go downstairs and lay the table while I write that owl?”