"Nah. We can just eat it cold." Sirius smirked and took Harry's hand, heading out of the room with him. "Cold pizza is a decent breakfast, you'll see. I'm not a proper kind of man, so we will do things a bit improperly, all right? That's more fun."

He led them down the stairs, aiming for the kitchen, where he had wisely stored the pizza. "I cleaned up a bit. Whatcha think?"

Had to get some praise. "Have you ever walked a dog, Harry?"