"Sirius Orion Black, how long have you been a bloody Animagus?"

Lily's voice is not quite a screech, but it's close.

Sirius changes back, wincing. "Not so loud, Evans. A year," he says, and then turns to Tomas and Sara. "Right, you don't smell of lies. Sorry about that. There's a war on where we're from and most of my relatives are on the opposite side from me and Evans, here. Pays to be paranoid and all."