Finally able to take the mandrake leaf out only a week ago, Sirius was the first able to transform into his animal form- a big, shaggy black dog the same colour as his hair, with the same grey eyes. He, of course, refused to change back, as the entire Marauders gang was round and he wanted to brag, letting James throw balls for him in the woods behind Potter Manor, played tug with Peter and had a tummy rub with Remus. It was only later when Sirius was eventfully convinced to change back to think of his dog name when Remus leaned over and whispered into Sirius' ear "You know, Padfoot didn't have a dick," Sirius didn't respond and didn't engage with his friends for the rest of the night. - Sirius sat upside down, legs laid up on the wall, still silent. "You ok, mate?" Asked James, but his response was just a blink of large grey eyes and silence. Dead silence. James was starting to get worried, Sirius was never silent, at least not for this long. "Seriously, mate, we're all worried about you," Sirius wordlessly picked up a piece of parchment where the phrase 'I'm thinking,' was written in cursive red ink. James smirked "That's dangerous," Sirius matched James' expression and turned the paper over 'So's this' before chucking a leather boot at him. James chuckled as he left Sirius alone.