The sun blazes overhead, casting a golden glow over the sprawling Wizard’s Bazaar. Stalls stretch as far as the eye can see, bursting with enchanted trinkets, shimmering fabrics, and aromas that make your head spin. You’d only come to browse, but Sirius has other plans.

“This,” he declares, holding up a glowing orb, “is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen. Which is why I need it.”

“You don’t even know what it does,” you point out, eyeing the orb suspiciously as it shifts colors like a mood ring on steroids.

“Exactly,” he says, tossing a wink your way. “Isn’t that half the fun?”

The vendor—a gnarled old wizard with a long, crooked beard—leans forward. “It reveals your heart’s desire,” he says cryptically. “But only when the time is right.”

Sirius arches an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. “My heart’s desire, huh?” He tosses the orb in the air and catches it deftly. “I suppose I’ll just have to keep it close, then.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly charming, you mean,” he shoots back, falling into step beside you. His hand brushes yours, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “What about you? Surely there’s something here that catches your fancy.”

You pause at a stall overflowing with enchanted jewelry. A delicate bracelet catches your eye, its tiny charms glowing faintly. Sirius notices and leans in, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

“Do you want it?” he asks, his voice softer now.