Sirius was a sight. Pawprints covered every surface of the kitchen and every inch of his fur, turning him a dirty white colour, and no amount of looking cute and apologetic, with his tongue lolling to one side, would make up for the mess he had made of what had been a couple of bags of flour. Lily had wanted homemade bread, and with that beautiful pregnant glow and those gorgeous eyes, once more, James had been unable to resist. Sirius whined, and James rubbed behind his ears. “Just wait till Remus gets here. Then you’ll be in trouble.”