Harry gazed at each man. Faelan looked desperate and Gaius seemed all crumbly around the edges. Making a fast decision, he took each of them by the hand and pulled them into the parlour, blocking the Floo grate for the time being. "Sit down. We don't have to do anything yet." He poured all three of them huge tumblers of firewhiskey and passed them around. It's what Sirius would have done, after all.
He summoned throws from across the room and covered each man in turn, tucking the fabric in around their knees like he would Leila. "I think you're in shock."