"It-- takes sixty seconds to work? Or it only lasts sixty seconds?" No, it's got to be the former and not the latter, right? Because Sirius has been in Ned's head, and he's seen glimpses, at least.

And speaking of glimpses... he frowns, vaguely, rubs at his face as he feels how uncomfortable this is making Ned. Normally, he wouldn't maybe notice--or he might, given Ned's body language; he'd have to be wearing a paper bag over his head not to notice that hunch over the beer.

"Has anyone got this, er, ability, where you're from?"