Gryffindor had won, yet another, quidditch match, and as the star chaser's best friend, Sirius was overjoyed. Cheering the loudest out of them all, he enthusiastically shakes the person closest to him, who happened to be Remus. Remus grumbles something before pushing Sirius off.

"C'mon, Moony, don't be downer!" Sirius grins, pulling away before bolting down the stands as everyone started leaving. Peter and Remus watching as he ran, weaving and dodging through different people.

He'd say he's pretty agile.

...Well, he still slips up sometimes. Like as he turns the corner to run onto the field where James was dismounting his broom, he accidently collides with someone. Sending said person to the ground.

"Oops," He mumbles offering a hand out to them. "My bad, darling."

He pauses "Hm, I don't think I recognise you. And I must say, I usually remember pretty people." He smirks, wow, he really, truly, thinks he's being charming and smooth.