Sirius stopped. He just froze, where he was, and stared at the lady that he had assumed was Miguel O'Hara's sister or cousin or aunt, but was apparently none other than the man himself. His little face creased up in confusion. Could it be true? Uncle Arcturus was nodding, and if it were true then that would mean he wasn't being bad and impolite at all.
'Are you really Mr O'Hara? That must be a very bad spell. You look just like a lady! I thought my uncle was being very rude to you. I hope the spell wears off soon!' He didn't know what kind of spell could do that. Not Polyjuice, which was his first suspicion whenever anything strange was going on, because of warnings he'd had back home. This was something else.
Arcturus chuckled at his nephew's response, but he also shot Miguel a look of gratitude for not making matters more complicated than they needed to be. 'He is Mr O'Hara, I'm sure of it,' he said, 'and we're going into the drawing room, and you must come with us, Sirius.' The little boy wasn't always invited to join the adults when there were guests, so he readily followed them in now