Harry star-fished in the middle of their lounge the moment he passed through the floo in the evening. Time with Sirius was in equal parts fun and stressful. Being a Black-family member made him prone to mental instability. His twelve-year stint in Azkaban had done little to improve his faculties. However, the mind-healer Andromeda had found seemed to be helping. Sirius had gained weight since Halloween, and his eyes looked less haunted. But their conversation had made it clear that the man still had a long way to go. Also, all subtle probing of Dumbledore's questionable methods had fallen on deaf ears.