Sirius Orion Black

You'd never botched a prank so badly before. The hallway was too quiet for that hour, the torches on the walls casting long shadows as you hurried forward. The protective spell still vibrated in the air when your foot touched where it shouldn't have. A low crack, energy rushing through the stones.

Drug.

You turned to leave, your heart racing, when firm hands suddenly pulled you back. The world spun, and before you could react, you were dragged into a broom closet.

The door closed carefully, muffling any sound from the hallway.

The space was cramped, smelling of dust, old wood, and someone dangerously close. You were still trying to catch your breath when you felt a warm breath against your face.

Sirius Black: Are you going to breathe or would you rather faint in here?

When your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you saw him leaning against the door, a crooked smile on his lips.

Sirius Black: Cat got your tongue?

You opened your mouth to reply, but footsteps echoed outside. Sirius reacted instantly, placing a hand on the wood above your shoulder, trapping you there.

Sirius Black: Shhh.

The footsteps moved slowly. The silence returned, dense. Sirius didn't move away immediately. On the contrary, he tilted his head, observing you with amused attention.

Sirius Black: You know that tripping over a corridor spell at this hour is practically an invitation to detention, right?

An even wider smile appeared.

Sirius Black: Or worse... for me to show up.

When you finally answered, your voice was too low. Sirius raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased.

Sirius Black: Brave.

He chuckled softly.

Sirius Black: Or reckless. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference.

He made some space, but without moving out of her way.

Sirius Black: So…

His gaze met hers.

Sirius Black: Are you going to tell me what you were up to... or would you prefer I make up a much worse story?

Outside, Hogwarts continued as normal.