The idea of going to a Quidditch match sounded wonderful to Sirius, who couldn't remember the last time he'd been in a position to do so. He knew James would be equally thrilled by the idea, and even Remus could likely be lured to enjoy the day (though surely with promises of "we won't get carried away!" which were always broken). "That sounds great!" he said with a grin.
Sirius looked horrified as he spoke of the benefits of magic, charming and transfiguring engines until they worked again "No no no, half the fun is in messy hands and trying to make them work without magic." He remembered the exact expression on Lily's face the first time he'd ventured into the house, oil covered hands thrust out in front of him. He could have cleaned them with magic, but there was a satisfying feeling in the black stains on his jeans and his oil-slick palms.
How were they keeping themselves entertained? An inappropriately timed mental image of Remus flashed through his mind. Sirius took a large gulp of his tea, "There isn't much to do - everything is so different, and we're not even sure what the risks are," Sirius shrugged, "I've done a fair bit of wandering about. Today I'm helping Dora move into my old place, needs a lot of work. That should be interesting," he said with a smile. Dora's clumsiness hadn't gone unnoticed, Sirius was beginning to wonder whether she was going to cause more mess than she'd create.
"I'm sure she'll appreciate visitors. I think she's worried about being on her own." Sirius understood that, but unfortunately there were few other solutions at the moment. She couldn't stay in Grimmauld Place, but she wouldn't go home either.