Sirius was in the middle of being made the prisoner his young daughter and was quite tied up in blankets when the bell rang. "Er, just a moment," he called, wiggling out of the bonds and standing up. He tossed the blanket over Brenna's head, who let out a girlish little squeal. As he walked to the door he made an effort to smooth down his tousled hair, but ruled it a lost cause.
Sirius opened the door, smiling brightly to his new guest. "Hello," he said with enthusiasm. "Please, come in."