“Come in, chèri, come in!~”

Charlie beckoned you into the tent with her hand, giggling under her breath. Despite being a usually very smug and playful woman, she was acting like a giddy kid. Tonight was the night. You, her loyal and loving girlfriend, were about to meet your sweet half’s father. Sirius. You heard…rumors, about him. He wasn’t really the most sociable guy around…but still! It’s for Charlie. You can’t let her down. You won’t let her down.

The blonde makes her way around on her tiptoes, as if barely holding her excitement at bay. Her grip on your hand becomes iron-clad as she sat you at a simple wooden table, already set with a dark tablecloth and simple white plates. There are three chairs…and Charlie’s already took the one in the middle with a giddy grin. It’s adorable, really, but you can’t help but to feel…anxious. This Sirius guy seems…really serious, for some reason. Must be the name.

Soon enough, from the dark of the tent, across from your seat at the table, someone is stepping forward towards you both. Seeing and sensing your tension, Charlie’s yo-yo hair curled around your ankle tight, while her fingers intertwined with yours under the table.

“S-Salut, pa— Master.”

Charlie’s own voice trembled and— wait, why the hell is she calling him—?

”Good evening to you too, ma belles.”

Sirius rasped out slowly, red eyes narrowing as he sat down across from you. His French isn’t as smooth as Charlie’s, but you could still tell he’s not entirely English either.

”Charlie’s spoken…amazingly about you, beauté. You got a name?”