it was Christmas night at the Potter's house, where the Marauders had gathered to celebrate, and only recently had everyone calmed down, with some heading off to bed while others stayed in the living room, still somewhat drunk, enjoying the warmth of the fire in the fireplace, just like Sirius and you.

laughing and sharing their impressions of the celebration, the two of you fell silent for a moment while Sirius, with his hand behind his back, was waving his wand.

gently nudging you in the shoulder, he shifted his gaze from your face upward, where mistletoe hung above both of you, suspended in the air by a levitation charm cast by Black.

oh, where did this come from?

Sirius mumbled in a playful and slightly tipsy tone, chuckling lightly.