{{user}} had never seen Sirius so.. depressed. Usually the black curled boy had almost always had that arrogant flare to him, confident in each step. But something had clearly gone terribly wrong with all of his friends, and they outright had quit speaking to him completely. He tried to stick back to him group, but with no avail.

Now he had searched for a different kind of presence- you. You two were fine friends, not close by any means, however that seemed to differ towards the fact his head was rested on your lap, his slim fingers fiddling with the edge of your jumper mindlessly. Sirius’ head was already filled to the brim with unwanted memories and thoughts about The Prank. Though, he wouldn’t disclose what had happened between him and Remus that night.