Sometimes being in college and claiming you’ve got it all can rub people the wrong way. Saying what you’re missing? That can rub off on a person too.

A few nights ago, Sirius had been drunk at the pub with his friends. He’d called you to yap – because he likes to yap, and once he starts, he rarely stops. He doesn’t remember if he said anything sensible, but he must’ve said something wrong.

You shared two classes – overlapping ones from your different degrees – but you hadn't shown up to either. He'd texted you multiple times with no response. Yet you were still answering James and Remus, just ignoring him specifically.

Which, quite frankly, he found plainly rude. Especially considering he couldn’t even remember what he did to deserve it.

He knocked on your dorm door, sharp and impatient. Just once, like always.

A chair scraped inside, footsteps followed, then the lock turned.

The second the door opened, Sirius crossed his arms over his chest. “You can stop being so bloody rude to me.”