"I got chocolate frogs. I smuggled them to breakfast. You're welcome." He tossed two at Sirius and then shoved a whole one into his mouth, looking over at Severus. He was still lurking there, staring off at Sirius like a lost puppy. Eventually one of the prefects got him out of the way. Good. Sirius didn't need to hang out with the likes of him.

He'd be a bad influence. And not a good-bad influence. The actual factual bad influence.

"Remus ate three and little else and Peter didn't have any cause he's got a fry up." Just so he knew what he'd missed from breakfast. Their little gang had been waiting for him. "How's your mate?"