Harry scooped a heaping spoonful of porridge into his mouth as Sirius looked up from his phone. He gummed most of it down, but a good-sized drop oozed out the corners of his lips and dribbled down his chin. Another bit that hadn’t made it into his mouth slid down the spoon onto his chubby fist, seeping between his fingers. Sirius laughed at the sight, and Harry laughed, too. There was joy in messes, Sirius thought. Big, bubbling, chaotic, joyful messes.