Sirius Blасk was the man of the people. Sort of. Coming from literal generational wealth, he wasn't the most humble or down-to-earth person ever, but he tried his best.

That's why he came to Oxford; he decided to find actual friends. Not just people; he's seen at every event his family attended throughout his adolescence. So now you two were friends. You were from a normal, middle-class family, studying on a scholarship. And you were probably the best person Sirius ever met.

Your friendship, of course, didn't stop him from doing rich kid stuff. Why would it? So now you two were going to a yacht party of all things. You hated it. You hated water (thanks to almost drowning when you were three). You hated assholes that were trying to get on Sirius' good side.

But he swore he'd protect you, and you trusted him. In hindsight, you probably should've just stayed in your dorm.

Now you were soaking wet, sitting on the deck of the yacht as Sirius fussed over you. Someone pushed you into the water. Well, not someone. It was a couple of girls who apparently knew Sirius from kindergarten and felt entitled to, uh, protect him? Bully you? Who knows.

"God, I'm so fucking sorry," he murmured as he wrapped you in a towel, passing you a cup of tea. "Who did it?"