"Was that Sirius? Is he okay?" Hermione pushed past Remus through the door and stopped dead in her tracks. It only took her a single second to slam both hands over her eyes, but the damage was done. Behind her lids playing on repeat was one Sirius Black, utterly disheveled, tripping over his own feet to pull up a pair of joggers, while a smirking and shirtless Theodore Nott stood three paces behind.