Sirius stood back and let Dora get drinks out of whatever bloke was drunk or desperate enough to think buying a girl a drink and watching her disappear would result in a date. He winked as she looked back towards him, and went to find them a table. The only problem with this tactic was the make up of their pair. Either the man would think he was Dora's boyfriend or brother, and there was a possibility that both - or potentially neither - would put him off trying to get in Dora's underwear via booze.
"It's a start," he said with a shrug, and performed the not-so-magical trick of making a shot of firewhiskey disappear.
"To you," he said, coughing slightly at the whiskey burn "Nysaa...yeah, I better think up a name too. Who shall I be?"