"I am a bit surprised you didn't open your presents before we left," Sirius said, as he unlocked the door. "I know we ate out, so you didn't have all that long before we left, but you didn't have to put on clothes to go out or anything."
Harry's reply was a shrug, and Sirius yelped as Harry's still-wet wings sprayed him with water. "Oops, sorry… I don't know, really. Maybe it's a dragon thing."
"A dragon thing?" Remus repeated. "How do you mean, a dragon thing?"
"Well, I get possessive over things," Harry explained. "But presents are already mine, whether I know what they are or not."
"That's quite different to Sirius," Remus agreed. "You know I caught him sneaking downstairs to open my birthday presents early, just to see what they were?"
"At Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "Wouldn't your presents have been all over the place? Or in your dorm room but with other people?"
"I didn't say it was at Hogwarts," Remus replied. "That happened last May."
"I was curious," Sirius said, a whine in his voice as they entered the front hall.
"Padfoot, you got me most of those presents," Remus countered. "How could you possibly not have known?"
"In my defence," Sirius replied, loftily. "I am a bit thick."
"Fair enough, no further questions," Remus agreed immediately.