Steve / Sirius
"That's weird," Sirius said, glancing back over his shoulder. "You know that's weird, right?" Wizards tended to live a long time, but by one hundred, they'd start at least showing that age. More than showing it, really. But whatever. If he wanted to be stuffy and old, that was his own business. Just so long as he never yelled at Sirius about being on the wrong lawn.
He flopped down so that he was sitting criss cross in front of the little lion creature (and boy, he did like lions, even if he'd never really met one before, and knew that generally they weren't blue) and sat surprisingly still for a young man who rarely did that sort of thing at all. "He'd really cute," he said to Steve, even if he was still looking at the creature, it's weird star tail and all. "What do you suppose it is?"