"Boys!" Hope Lupin’s shout silences them both. "Now, I do believe there is a lot to talk about, here. Yelling at each other will not get us anywhere. Remus, why don’t you go get some air; Sirius, come help me with dinner—you like to cook, don’t you?—and explain to me this situation about Harry needing to be  found ." Feeling like a scolded schoolboy, Sirius nods and follows Hope into the kitchen. Remus slams the door, undoubtedly going out for a smoke.