The music was loud, the room buzzing with excitement and energy as Hogwarts students laughed and danced. The Ravenclaw common room had been transformed for the after-party, with students crammed into every corner, chatting and enjoying the celebratory atmosphere.

Sirius stood off to the side, a butterbeer in hand, scanning the lively crowd. James had disappeared, no doubt trying to impress Lily, Remus was deep in conversation with a Hufflepuff friend, and Peter was awkwardly attempting to chat up a girl near the snack table. Sirius had chuckled to himself earlier, teasing his friends for abandoning him in their various pursuits.

Then you walked in, drawing his attention instantly. You, his latest source of amusement. For weeks, Sirius had delighted in finding ways to fluster you, teasing you just enough to see the color rise to your cheeks. It was his way of getting closer, though he’d never admit it.

Spotting you across the room, Sirius grinned and effortlessly wove through the crowd to meet you. Sliding up beside you, he leaned in with his trademark smirk. “Late as always, I see. Starting to think you enjoy making a dramatic entrance.”