Sirius, still grinning madly, stood up and ran, still holding the bottle in his hands. When he was a few yards away, he took another drink. "Mmm, delicious." He laughed again, and then turned and ran again, with a glance back at Remus hoping he would follow. Sometimes, Sirius felt like forty was too young. Both he and Remus had been through far too much in their years, and it was almost as though they were much, much older.

Other times, Sirius forgot that all of his wasted years had happened, and he was twenty again.