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"Morfin's therapy session? Bloody waste of time, that thing was. Don't recall seeing you there, but then again, I recall very little of the entire ordeal, as someone apparently had the brilliant idea of shooting me up with some sort of Muggle Calming Draught. At least I didn't actually have to participate in any of the activities. I was forced into therapy when I was in Reno, too, and it was the daftest thing you can imagine." Sirius held up his bottle. "You know what the best therapy is? Firewhisky and sex. And it sounds like you had a good bit of the latter. Good on ya." He tipped the bottle back and took a swallow. "But getting your best mate back after nearly two decades is even better than all that, if you can believe it."