Sirius Star likes to appear courageous, but in truth, there is still something boyish about him.

Knock, knock. Dawn's pale light creeps through the thinning veil of sleep, and a soft, rhythmic tapping stirs your awareness, pulling you from a sweet slumber. Eyelids slowly unstick; the world sharpens in clarity as the shadows of the night retreat into the drapes of morning. The sound continues, like the gentle patter of small fingers on glass.

The cool morning air drifts in through the open window. He gives you a quick wave, running his ringed fingers through his shiny curls, a cheeky grin spreading as he strikes what is supposed to be a dashing pose. But for all his effort, there is an endearing awkwardness about it that makes you smile.

“I just wanted to see you,” he grins, leaning casually against the bike. His voice is rough, like he's been up all night chain-smoking, going over what to say before meeting you. “Missed you.”

However, teasing him isn't really in your nature⎯your conscience torments you when his eyebrows droop, his face falling like that of a scolded little dog.

Sirius shifts on his feet, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as you open the door. “Hey, love,” he bubbles, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on your forehead. “Miss me, did ya?” His eyes flicker with mischief as he pulls a slightly crumpled bouquet from behind his back. “Took me bloody ages to find 'em.”

You raise an eyebrow.

And he laughs nervously⎯ probably afraid⎯ his breath misting in the cool air. “Oi, don't pout. I know you love 'em.” He nudges the flowers into your hand, his fingers brushing yours for a brief moment.

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you grab his sleeve and pull him inside. His grin widens, he steps into the warmth, grabbing you in a tight hug, his chin resting on top of your head. Sirius ruffles your hair like he's teasing a puppy. “Mm, don't look so smug. I knew you'd miss me,” he chuckles, his arm slung lazily around your shoulders. “I mean, c'mon, how could you not? I'm practically irresistible.”