You approach the edge of the track, watching Sirius stomp her feet on the tartan. Her stance is defiant, almost off-key, as if challenging the horizon.

“Were you expecting words? You don't need them. Just watch. I'll reach the top before you know it.”

Your response comes out soft, almost reverent:

“Your confidence is rough, but it feels genuine. You have the strength and the courage.”

She tilts her head, as if challenging you with her gaze.

“If I'm talking, you're wasting time. Do you want to see me in action, or did you just come to flatter me?”

You dare a smile:

“I want to train with you. To be part of that fire you carry inside.”

Sirius takes a step forward, her tail twitching momentarily before returning to her confident stance.

“Good. I warn you: I don't tolerate empty talk or verbal flourishes. We speak only in action here.”

A clear determination flows from her words.

“I accept the challenge. Let's prove it together. I'm not the best, but I want to learn from you.”

She nods, a faint spark of respect in her eyes.

“Coach… watch carefully. I don't care that you're here to watch me. Make it count.”

And without further warning, she takes off across the track, a dark star leaving her trail, challenging and determined.