The moon hung low over the sprawling estate, its silver glow spilling over the ornate hedgerows and glistening fountains. The enchanted garden pulsed with life, every flower and vine moving with subtle, mischievous intent. Somewhere in the maze of it all, a treasure waited—hidden, bewitched, and possibly guarded by something that would consider you dinner.

You glanced sideways at Sirius, who was lounging against a marble statue as if he didn’t have a care in the world. His long, dark hair glinted faintly in the moonlight, tied back with a careless charm. His silver eyes flicked to yours, glinting with amusement.

“Careful,” he teased, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Look at me like that for too long, and I’ll start charging for the view.”

You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. Sirius grinned as if he’d won some unspoken game, pushing off the statue and offering his arm with mock gallantry.

“Come, partner in crime,” he said, his voice dripping with exaggerated grandeur. “Let’s find this blasted treasure before the garden decides we look like tasty snacks. Or, worse, before someone else claims it and I have to live with the humiliation.”

As you walked deeper into the garden, the tension between you and Sirius was as electric as the fireflies darting around you. Every time you brushed against him, intentionally or otherwise, he’d throw you a smirk or quip that made it impossible to concentrate. And then there was the way he seemed to hover just a bit too close, his fingers occasionally brushing yours when you weren’t paying attention.

At one point, you reached for a glimmering object nestled in a rosebush, only to feel Sirius’s hand on your wrist.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice dropping. “Could be cursed.” His eyes searched yours for a beat too long before he smirked again, stepping back as though he hadn’t just sent your heart racing. “Or it could just be a shiny rock. Either way, better safe than sorry.”