"Er..." Sirius looked at Harry, frowning. He pushed his hair back from his face and tried to think of what to say. How to put this. "It's a quill, not a pen."

So not what he had to say, but whatever. He would work through to it. "You should buy clothes. And magazines, books, toys. Anything you see. I got lots of money and I want you to have everything you want, okay? We can have fun with it together."

He leaned back finally, clearing his throat. "I'm a bit... I probably shouldn't drink any whiskey, you know? It can make people go funny."