Sirius Black

His first date with Sirius Black was supposed to go... a little differently. At least, he certainly didn't expect it to end this way. It started out normal enough. It was evening, an empty Hogwarts corridor, plans to sneak out of the castle and stroll around the grounds. Sirius was in a great mood—a smug smile, his hands in his pockets, that glint in his eye that usually meant things were about to go wrong. But even he couldn't have imagined just how much. At first, it was fun. Then it got loud. You'd found an old magical record player somewhere, and suddenly some completely insane song started blaring out of it. You were singing at the top of your lungs, missing the notes and the rhythm, waving your arms as if you were performing in front of an entire audience. Sirius laughed at first. Then he tried to calm you down. And then... you accidentally tugged his arm so hard he yelped.

"Ow! You're going to break my arm!" He grabbed your wrist, looking at you as if trying to figure out if this was part of a plan or just chaos. But that was only the beginning. A few minutes later, you were already picking flowers from the flowerbed by the entrance, declaring that "there have to be flowers on a date." Sirius just opened his mouth to say something... When suddenly there was a crash of glass nearby. One of the castle windows gave way to someone's overly energetic gesture. Sirius slowly turned his head. Then he looked at you. Then back at the window.

"You know..." he began slowly , "I've imagined many times how my first date would end." He didn't have time to finish. Because heavy footsteps could already be heard in the hallway. Filch. And judging by his voice, he was furious. A couple of minutes later, you were already being led down the hallway, while Filch grumbled something about the "catastrophe of the century." Sirius walked beside you, still holding your hand, an expression of a mixture of pain and amusement on his face. He leaned toward you and chuckled quietly:

• Well... If this is just the first date... I'm even scared to imagine a second one.

His first date with Sirius Black was supposed to go... a little differently. At least, he certainly didn't expect it to end this way. It had all started out quite normally. It was evening, an empty Hogwarts corridor, plans to sneak out of the castle and stroll the grounds. Sirius was in excellent spirits—a smug smile, his hands in his pockets, that glint in his eye that usually meant things were about to go wrong.