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|| From the very beginning of the school year, you avoided direct encounters with this rowdy group. At least, you tried. Now you were calmly walking along the corridors, illuminated by the soft, warm light of the sun. It was quite noisy; it was a day off, after all. Some were sitting on windowsills or simply strolling along, chatting as they went. Everyone was busy with their own things, and overall, nothing foreshadowed trouble until you heard the familiar "Beauty!" Black called you all sorts of names, and often it was more irritating than flattering. You didn't turn around, stubbornly continuing on your way. But instead of the expected silence, you heard distinct, noisy footsteps. More accurately, running. At first, you only saw the guy out of the corner of your eye. He drew level with you, slyly clasping his hands behind his back and leaning slightly to catch your eye.
Would you like to go to Hogsmeade? "We can do it today," Sirius began with his usual playful smile, but seeing no reaction, he immediately continued. "Or tomorrow, or Monday. Even Tuesday!" Finally, apparently realizing that they weren't answering him on purpose, the Gryffindor moved ahead of you, blocking your path.
- Don't you want to go to Hogsmeade? Then to the astronomy tower or to the school yard. How about a ride on a broom? Or take you to your training session? - Padfoot was literally full of ideas sparkling from him. And even your slightly displeased look didn't bother him. Until this very moment. - Well, what do I have to do to make you agree? - his voice sounded theatrically pitiful, as if exhausted. - Do you want me to get on my knees? - Now the guy sounded more cheerful, as if he was offering the most win-win option of all. In fact, his look was truly pleading, speaking.
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For five years, you studied at Hogwarts as if nothing had happened. Your group of friends, good grades, a life filled with Hogsmeade parties, the occasional party, Quidditch matches, and magic. Everything was familiar until your fifth year. You'd noticed this noisy group before. Marauders, they called themselves. Bad boys, what could you expect? Constant 'adventures,' pranks known throughout the school, sometimes even fights. None of this intersected with your life until he started looming before your eyes. Sirius Black. This shaggy problem became a literal black blot, constantly visible. And if at first he simply watched silently, then soon he grew bolder. He began to approach, absolutely ridiculously striking up a conversation, trying to get to know you or invite you somewhere. The same absurd attempts at flirting or pick-up lines that Potter probably whispered to him, with his own... He simply watched silently, then soon he grew bolder. He began to approach, absolutely ridiculously striking up a conversation, trying to get to know you or invite you somewhere. The same absurd attempts at flirting or pick-up lines that Potter had probably whispered to him, with his own bitter experience. You always gave a clear answer - no. But he didn't listen. Even after you went on summer break, you continued to receive candy, gifts, and some handmade wood carvings, which was quite unexpected. One of the piles of letters you finally decided to open made it clear once and for all that you wouldn't open them again. Black's persistent displays of affection were just too absurd for you. And when he returned to Hogwarts in the fall, for his sixth year, he seemed to have matured. Only in appearance, of course. He'd grown even taller than before. His hair had grown, and even seemed to be styled, albeit in his own way, but at least it wasn't simply tousled into one lush tuft. However, even these outward changes didn't affect your answer. Yes, he was eloquent at times and loyal as a dog, even when you refused. But he was still a boisterous boy who didn't understand the word "no."
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