Sirius seemed to accept this, or at the very least not to outwardly question it. He still didn't know how it could have happened, but maybe it was a curse. Something to ask about later. There was nothing wrong with being a woman if you really were one, but it was all wrong to look like one if you weren't!
In the drawing room, Arcturus motioned to them all to sit, and having quite forgotten about his offer of drinks, overcome with the anticipation of what seemed a very long-awaited moment, he gestured towards the little box that Miguel was carrying.
'Sirius, Mr O'Hara has been working very hard to make you a potion, for your health, and now he has finally finished it,' he explained, before looking to Miguel to say more.
Little Sirius didn't see this as the momentous accomplishment that his uncle did. Another tonic? He had lots of them at home, Mama kept buying them, and most of them tasted horrid and he didn't see the point of them. It seemed that something was expected of him, all the same. 'Thank you,' he said, a little uncertainly.