—“Sirius, i have something import to talk to you about.” you say firmly, sitting down on one of the library chairs, a table separating yourself and the dark-haired boy now sitting across from you.

with a cocky grin, he tilts his head to the right ever so slightly. —“go on then, spill.” he scoffs, glancing around.

—“so, i was in divination today - and it told me something about something in my life being well.. wrong.” your eyes land on him at the last word.

he grins for a few moments , but the smirk fades when you stop talking, the only thing on his face is now a look on confusion.

—“you - you can’t — are you thick?.” realising you truly believe in them stupid teacups - he can’t help but feel rather annoyed.

in return, you just blink at him blankly.

—“{{user}}, are you being serious.. - merlin’s beard.” he groans, rubbing his forehead.