Faelan and Padma arrived a bit late, Faelan hanging one arm around Padma's shoulders. She was much stronger than she looked, and he took great comfort in the arm wrapped securely around his waist and the way she glanced up at him every now and then to make sure he was all right. He gave her a smile and squeezed her shoulder.
He was still in pain from the previous night's transformation, his body even more sore than usual after being forced into its unnatural shape for so many days. He wasn't thrilled about everyone seeing him like this, but he was desperate to get out of the house, and when they'd told him that Sirius was going to sing, he knew he couldn't miss this for the world.
But nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Sirius like that, and he didn't know whether to freeze in horror or burst out laughing. In the end, he thought breaking into hysterics might hurt too much, and the sight of so many of his acquaintances kept him from blocking up the door. He was actually eager to be back in the midst of everybody.
So keeping a tight grip on Padma, he let her lead them to a table where Harry sat, and Faelan gave the man a grin, announcing over the thrum of the music, "Well, this settles it. He's even more out of his mind than I suspected, isn't he?"