Harry stood, frozen as Sirius sang to him, into him, trying to deliver a message to his heart that Harry's ears couldn't hear. Sirius and Harry had talked once about Sirius' music and how seriously he took lyrics. He assumed it was an esoteric interpretation that Sirius meant for him tonight - maybe a celebration of the return of magic and his previously dead parents? - but it didn't matter. They were all together now, the veil put to rest, and that's what mattered to Harry.
Catching Gaius' eye, Harry took Faelan's arm and tugged him toward the table the professor was occupying at the front of the room. "Roommates sit together, yeah?"