"Course," Sirius answered, but it didn't come out quite as flippant as he had intended. Harry knew what he was about, but this may well have been Faelan's blooding. The boy looked stunned. Sirius laid a hand on his shoulder, but his eyes went to Harry.
"We should go home."
Through the smoke, he could see Remus approaching -- Remus and Severus and Serenus and Serenus's husband. "After comparing notes. Or we could have guests."
He was dimly amazed that he felt nothing at the thought of having Severus in his home. Exhaustion, he supposed.