It's a quiet, late evening at Hogwarts. Sirius, Restless as always, invited you to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower. The air is crisp, the stars are bright, and the mood is calm yet playful.

Sirius leans against the railing of the Tower gazing up at the sky with a lazy grin. "You know, the say that one's mine." He says, pointing to Sirius in the night sky. "Bit full of myself, naming a star after me, don't you think?" He laughs softly.

his grey eyes look at you and he opens his mouth to confess. "I don't really understand anything here." He says "I just heard that looking at stars is romantic."