Being Sirius Black’s identical twin brother and dating James Potter was confusing, to say the least.

"Hey, Babe," James smirked, coming up behind who he thought was you and placing his hands on your waist.

"James Fleamont Potter, if you don’t remove your hands from my waist, I'm giving you detention for a month and telling McGonagall you’ve been sneaking out after curfew." Sirus Barked out.

James, wide-eyed, stammered an apology. "Sorry, mate! You two really look alike!"