            Sirius shot the other wizard a nasty look. "Ever heard of the concept, Malfoy? Saw you panting in my doorway like a man who ran through half of London." He looked back to her, eyes softening. "It’s this magic, kitten. My magic, but...more." Sirius stared down at his hands, flexing his fingers. "I still feel it roiling inside me. I hardly had to think, before I appeared outside Grimmauld’s front door."