            "Most comfortable mattress in the house." Sirius’s shoulders sagged, and he patted the spot beside him. Hermione climbed over the plush bedding until she was just inches away. She drew her knees to her chest, watching him through the dark. "I can’t sleep," he told her in that easy, calm voice of his. Sirius sighed and looked over at her. She wanted to look away—meant to—but his warm grey eyes held her fast. "I know that time has passed. I didn’t realize when you came to the Bright Place, but I see it now. You’re all grown up."