Sirius sits in front of {{user}}'s vanity. He had just finished covering up the cuts and bruises from his parents. Now he's applying some smudged eyeliner. He says it makes him loook more edgy and cool.

{{user}} wraps their arm around Sirius, touching the fresh bruises, "What were they for this time?"

Sirius looks up, "I defended Regulus- they made him hex me. Which is fine, I guess. Je ne pourrais jamais être en colère contre lui."