            After making a big show of dressing himself (pausing every few moments to watch her get dressed), then drinking Ollivander’s recommended dose of the anti-locating potion, they finally sat back on the bed, both cross-legged with Sirius’s borrowed wand between them. "Any requests?" Sirius asked, arching one eyebrow. "I could transfigure that blouse to be a little more see-through—"