"Pete. Pete. Pete," Sirius was calling, knocking incessantly. "Pe-e-ete!" It was nearly one in the morning, and the neighbors were no doubt getting annoyed with Padfoot's behavior. He leaned heavily against the doorframe while he knocked, pressing the side of his face against the door. "Petey!"
He stumbled forward a little when Peter opened the door. "Heeeey," he said, lips curled up in a crooked smile. There was the faint smell of alcohol on him, and a familiar twinkle of mischief in his eyes. He stepped into the room, moving closer to Peter than he really had to.