"I'm outnumbered now with you and Ginger ganging up on me," Sirius argues, though his tone is nothing but fond as he slides his hand down Kieren's bag and gives his shirt a light, playful tug.

Little Ginger lets out another noise then, one that seems distinctly distressed and Sirius's eyes fall wide as he looks down. "Oh, maybe that one," he says, watching in slight horror as a small little thing slides right out poor Ginger's bum area.