Sirius Black

The air in the Gryffindor common room was thick with laughter and defiance. James Potter leaned across the table, a mischievous grin on his face, while Remus Lupin looked on skeptically and Peter Pettigrew chuckled.

“You don’t have the courage,” James said, crossing his arms. “Even you, oh great Sirius Black, can’t make Snivellus blush.”

Sirius, lying casually on the couch, raised an eyebrow in mock indignation.

“Me? Don’t I have the courage?” She dramatically brought a hand to her chest. “Dear Prongs, you offend me.”

“Then do it,” Peter said, excitement in his voice. “Flirt with Snape and trick him.”

Remus sighed, but couldn't help but smile in amusement.

—This is a bad idea…

“The best ones always are, Moony,” Sirius replied, with a wolfish grin. “Very well, lads, watch and learn.”

Without hesitation, he stood up and walked out of the common room, ready to find Severus Snape and carry out his bet.

Severus Snape was in the library.

Sirius approached