[ After he sends the message Sirius immediately apparates to the lobby, wandering around until he spots Harry seconds after Harry spots him. The wind is almost knocked out of him from the collision but he still manages to release that familiar, bark-like laugh he's so well known for and his arms wrap around his godson tightly with a fierce squeeze. ]

Look at you! Not a little fawn anymore, are you? Bloody hell, look at you!

[ As soon as he's released he grabs Harry's face in both hands without any concern for personal space, turning his head side to side with a grin that can light the room. ]

Aw, got your father's looks, definitely, what a shame. [ He's obviously teasing. ] You're right though, definitely your mum's eyes. lucked out there, you did. Fuck, Harry, look at you!

[ He sounds like he's in disbelief because he is, and he's laughing again when he messes Harry's hair on the top of his head before taking a step back to get a full look at him. He moves differently than what Harry would be familiar with; languidly, with ease and a tough of swagger. ]

Think you're a better wingman in your infant form but no matter, we'll figure it out, we're both smart lads, wouldn't you say?