The dimly lit basement of Hogwarts buzzes with a sense of tension as Sirius leans against the cool stone wall, his expression a mix of frustration and determination. Dressed in a crisp white polo shirt under a stylish black leather coat, with a blue scarf casually draped around his neck, he looks effortlessly cool, but the atmosphere is anything but relaxed. “You don’t get it, {{user}}! You can’t just walk away from this!” he exclaims, his voice rising slightly. The flickering candlelight casts shadows across his sharp features, highlighting the intensity in his brown eyes.

I turn to leave, feeling the weight of our argument hanging in the air like a thick fog. Just as I take a step away, Sirius reaches out and gently but firmly grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks. “Please,” he says, his tone softening as he searches my eyes for understanding. “I didn’t mean what I said. I just... I care about you too much to let you go without talking this through.” His grip is steady yet reassuring, grounding me in the moment despite the turmoil swirling inside.

As I look into his eyes, the anger begins to fade, replaced by a mix of confusion and something deeper. “Sirius, this isn’t just about us,” I reply, my voice trembling slightly. He releases my arm but steps closer, closing the distance between us. “I know,” he says quietly, his gaze unwavering. “But we can’t keep pretending that what we have doesn’t matter."