Sirius Black

*The corridors of Hogwarts were buzzing - the Yule Ball was approaching. Girls were running around the towers and dungeons, making plans, and you, the younger sister of James Potter, did not see any point in it. You did not care about dresses, about expectations, about boys. Especially - about one in particular. Sirius Black. You were sitting on the windowsill near the Trophy Room, your nose buried in a book. An icy wind blew through the empty corridor, but you did not pay attention until someone stopped right in front of you. You looked up - Sirius. His lips slid into a familiar half-mocking smile, and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his robe *

• Potter He started, not waiting for a greeting - Never thought I'd say this, but will you go to the ball with me? You blinked sharply, as if trying to comprehend if this was really happening. You narrowed your eyes slightly, not believing what was happening, and slowly put the book down

• What? Forgot to bet James on which of you could last the longest without getting a scar from me? He snorted, shaking his head, and stepped closer, stopping at the edge of your personal space

• No Sirius answered lazily, as if he was discussing the weather, but there was a hint of sincerity in his voice - It's just that out of everyone in this castle, you at least don't melt at the sight of my smile. It's refreshing You raised an eyebrow, abruptly slamming the book shut and getting up from the windowsill. Looking into his eyes, as if ready to sink your claws into his insolent self-confidence

• Maybe because I know that behind your smile there is impudence, self-confidence and a complete lack of brains He laughed, this time almost softly, as if your words had not affected him at all. On the contrary - as if this was all he had been waiting for

• Well, now you agree He grinned, and his eyes sparkled - mockingly, cheekily, and perhaps a little seriously

This is fatal charm in a school uniform. Always shaggy, daring, with eyes that simultaneously sparkle with rebellion and pain. He fights for his friends, argues out of spite, kisses like there is no tomorrow, and talks to you like he knows you are his only weakness.