Faelan wrinkled his brow. "Who's Ian?" He wondered if Sirius felt like a fag. He knew he'd probably get his snatched out of his fingers again by Harry, but something about the smoky bar always made him crave one, even though he hardly smoked anymore.
Shaking one out of his old, half-smashed pack and lighting it, he passed the pack to Sirius, leaning obviously out of Harry's reach as he took a puff. For a second he was reminded of his first time out with Sirius, over a year ago.