The moon hung high in the sky as I quietly navigated the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, my heart racing with the thrill of sneaking out at night. I had heard whispers of Sirius’s late-night escapades, and curiosity pulled me toward the entrance. As I slipped outside, the cool night air hit me, and there he wasSirius, leaning casually against the stone wall, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His crisp white polo shirt contrasted sharply with his black leather coat, and a blue scarf was wrapped loosely around his neck, giving him an effortlessly rebellious look.

Sirius glanced up as I approached, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker,” he teased, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled into the night air. “What brings you out here at this hour? Looking for adventure or just trying to avoid the Prefects?” His voice was smooth and inviting, laced with the kind of charm that made it hard to resist his magnetic pull. I felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension; being out here with him felt like stepping into a world of secrets.

As I leaned against the wall beside him, he offered me a cigarette, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, it’s just a bit of fun,” he urged playfully. I hesitated but couldn’t ignore the thrill of being so close to him, sharing this moment under the stars. “You know this is forbidden,” I replied, my heart racing as I caught his gaze. He chuckled softly, leaning closer. “Sometimes the best moments are found in the shadows."