Sirius Black

The heat of that summer had turned the Hogwarts gardens into a veritable hell. Even the professors were abandoning their traditional robes whenever they could, and the lake had become practically everyone's favorite spot during their free time. Sirius Black, naturally, had taken this to another level. After spending a good part of the afternoon swimming, he emerged from the water unhurriedly, shirtless, his black hair completely soaked and a few droplets trickling down his chest. That was when he noticed you near the lake.

Sirius flashed that provocative smile that always appeared whenever he encountered the Slytherin professor.

Sirius: Look who decided to show up.

He grabbed the wand he had left on a rock and walked a few steps in your direction, still wearing that smug air.

Sirius: Come to complain that I'm occupying your precious space again?

He twirled the wand between his fingers, clearly looking for an excuse to start another provocation.

Sirius: Or did you finally find the courage to accept a duel with me?

An even wider smile appeared when he realized the provocation had worked.

Sirius: Come on. No excuses, no professors interrupting, and no one to say that I went easy on you.

Sirius stepped back a few meters and raised his wand, assuming a dueling stance.

Sirius: Just the two of us.

He tilted his head slightly, hair still dripping over his eyes.

Sirius: But I'm warning you... I have no intention of letting you win just because you're my colleague.

The mocking smile remained as Sirius waited for the first move, completely convinced that this would be just another victory to feed his ego.

Sirius: Well? Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to try and take me down?