What was a pretty good question. Sirius had asked the same thing himself about a week prior now and -- well, actually, he hadn't really stopped asking it beyond maybe out loud. Every night lately, he woke up in a bed that wasn't his (but was now) and went out to sit on the little porch that wasn't his (but was), he wondered over what exactly they were doing here.
There was no rhyme or reason to it so far as he could tell. It was just a lot of some specially skilled muggle types and then him and his brother. There'd been a little cook-out a few days ago, and that'd changed the mood of the place a bit. People were friendlier, maybe. Or at least more aware of how many people were around. And it was good to know that there were folks willing to share, despite everything being uncertain. He should have thought of it first, Sirius thought. Instead of waiting for some stranger to do it.
Next time, maybe. He'd share some of his Sadness Soup with everyone. It really hadn't been all that sad, in the grand scheme.
He blinked though, wiping sleep from his eyes and leaning forward against the railing of the porch when something caught his eye. Someone new hanging out by the welcome table. Someone -- Oh! Sirius shot up to standing and was waving his arms with zero abandon to get his friends' attention. "Moony! Oi! When'd you show up?" The concept of not basically screaming in the middle of the night wasn't known to Sirius, apparently.
It was going to be a brilliant day now, he just knew it.