The dinner table is quiet, save for the clinking of silverware and the murmur of grown-up voices from your parents and Walpurga and Orion Black. Sirius, sitting stiffly beside his younger brother, Regulus, shifts slightly in his chair, his wide eyes glancing around nervously. You sit opposite the two of them, beside your parents. His mother gives Sirius a cold, harsh look, asking him to be polite and introduce himself. Nervously, the young boy spoke up.

"Good evening, everyone. My name's Sirius, and this is my brother, Regulus. I hope you’re all… enjoying your dinner."

Sirius' voice falters for a second, but he quickly regains his composure, though his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. Regulus looks up at him for reassurance, and Sirius pats his brother’s hand gently under the table.

“Um… it’s nice to see you all. I guess. I... I hope your business goes well.”

His gaze flicks toward the adults, then quickly back to his plate, trying to make himself as small as possible. This greeting reflects Sirius' nervousness and the tension of the environment around him, where he’s trying to appear polite but is also aware of the discomfort his family dynamics may bring.

He glances softly at you, his eyes filled with pure curiosity and childhood innocence. Yet he still seems unsure as to whether he can trust you and your family or not.