"My hair is my crowning glory," Sirius stated, running a hand through it. Or trying to, his fingers got a little tangled. All right, maybe it could stand a wash and some combing, but he couldn't bring himself to really give a damn. "You weren't thinking of yourself when you died either, Reg. What's that, some Gryffindor tendencies?"

Of course he had to tease him. He was still himself, however much he might have lost.