Sirius stiffened as the door opened and he glanced back toward them. "Shite," he muttered but stepped backward so she could leave. He slid a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Be sure to lock the door after I leave, yeah," he said to the couple before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

He leaned heavily against the wall for a moment next to the door and started to think about just about anything he could (from his mother's yelling to Peter's snoring to his cousins who marry (and shag) other cousins). Anything to will away his very uncomfortable situation.

Finally, he shrugged off the wall and slowly made his way down the hall, unsure if he really wanted to return to the Ball or grab a quick smoke somewhere. His choice though was made for him by the time he returned toward the area of the ball. "Padfoot! There you are, where have you been?" Well, he could stick around for a few more minutes, he supposed.