Sirius had a bottle of wine, and he was perched on the windowsill of the flat he was staying in with Rex and Nico for the night. Mother had spared no expense; Sirius had a feeling that he should be embarrassed by the expense, but he had had too much fun to pretend to care. He wordlessly offered Nico the open wine bottle, and slid to the right of the windowsill to make room for Nico to look outside. They'd done the dinner, the fireworks, the charming of guests Sirius cared varying amounts about — now there was just the night.

"We could stay up 'til sunrise," Sirius said, with a grin. "I'm sure we'll see some of your owls then." Birds for Nico, after all — Sirius was having fun, but it was just as important to make sure that his best friends were having fun. (Would he actually stay up all night? He didn't think so.)