"Yes," he answered, with a little scowl, as he rubbed the heel of his hand against his eye. Ned thinking about his contagious nervousness made the nervousness spike a little, and Sirius took a moment to try to think as calmly and confidently as possible. He could totally counteract this.

"And I haven't, actually, not really. Not for a wizard." Well, sort of not for a wizard. There were a few different types of wizards, after all, muggle-borns and purebloods, et cetera ad nauseum, classifications that Sirius knew, thanks to his upbringing, but didn't really give a damn about. "But you aren't a wizard. Nice magic tricks, though. And, uh. Zombie?"