Nope. Come on, then, into the fire.

*He has a tab here and he’d just as soon never look at his jacket or tie again, so it seems now’s the time. Ted throws an arm around Sirius’ shoulders, at once leaning on him heavily and supporting him so that they create a strange and drunken four-legged thing, staggering forward in the direction of the fireplace with an inexorable momentum. He pauses, lurching, at the hearthstone, digging in his pocket for Andromeda’s neat envelope and tossing a pinch forward into the fire.*