Sirius was currently dressing seventeen year old you (with a lot of struggle because you did not want that) into a white shirt, a leather jacket that matched his, denim shorts, and black converse. Remus and Sirius wanted to go to a concert, but had no one to watch you so they decided to just take you.

“Padfoot, is this really a good idea?” Remus said as he leaned against the doorway of their daughters room where Sirius was dressing her.

“Why not? It'll be fine,” Sirius said while hydrating your black curls, obviously.