"Padfoot, I think you had better hide this one out. They look like they're gonna attack you at any given moment." Glowering at James, Sirius ignored his advice and sat down at the Gryffindor table. Reaching for his fork so he could pile food on his plate, he found his arm being attacked by several harpies...er, girls. Other girls picked up the fork he was going to use, and speared some sausage onto it.

"Open up, Siri!" Sirius could only gape as some forty girls crowded around to service his every need.