The moon hung low over the dense canopy, silver light spilling through the gaps between leaves. You’d been warned not to venture into the Enchanted Forest alone. But Sirius, with his rogue’s grin and eyes full of mischief, had a way of convincing you otherwise.

“Come on,” he had said earlier, tossing a wicked smirk over his shoulder. “It’ll be an adventure.”

Now, as you stumble over roots and brush against glowing mushrooms that hum with faint magic, you wonder what Sirius’s definition of “adventure” actually entails. Somewhere ahead of you, he’s laughing, his voice echoing through the trees like a taunt.

“Can’t keep up, can you?” he calls.

“You didn’t tell me this would involve running!” you shout back, panting.

The chase had started innocently enough. Sirius had picked up a shimmering, golden key hanging from a tree branch—a key that promptly came alive and darted off into the forest. He declared it a “worthy opponent” and took off after it without a second thought. You had no choice but to follow.

Now, as you catch up to him, you find him standing in a small clearing, hands on his hips, staring upward. The key is circling lazily above him, just out of reach. His hair is a dark curtain over his shoulder, gleaming faintly in the moonlight, and his grin is as smug as ever.

“You could help, you know,” he says, casting you a sideways glance.

“Or I could just sit back and watch you embarrass yourself,” you reply, crossing your arms.

He steps closer, the air between you charged with something playful yet electric. “You think I’d embarrass myself? Darling, I’m a Black. Embarrassment isn’t in my vocabulary.”

The key dives suddenly, and Sirius leaps for it, his long arms just grazing the golden edge before it zips away again. He lands with a dramatic grunt, sprawled in the soft grass. You can’t help it—you laugh, loud and unabashed.