After the Gryffindor Quidditch Cup Party, you stumbled your way up into Sirius' room, tipsy and giggly.

The smell of his favourite cigarettes wafted about the room, along with the scent of Gigglewater coming off of you.

With very unsteady steps you stumbled into his dorm rooom, smiling and giggling at nothing.

Caught off guard, Sirius shook his head, his dark eyes briefly widened before he laughed.

A cigarette dangled between his fingers, amusement clear in his tone.

"Have fun angel?"