Being a fourteen year old at Hogwarts was easy for Sirius. Mess around, socialize, piss off anything that walks and sleep. Yet there was always the feeling of something else that seemed to disturb his easiness.

Just what was needed for poor young Sirius, his first crush. And a bad one at that. Of course he could always ask James, his only hope, but this was also the same boy who had yet to earn a yes from the same girl for the past four years.

Despite his hesitation towards the idea, he had realized he would have to find it out on his own. His usual independence gone, as he no longer knows what to do, left just guessing. But would his stubborness allow help. Of course not.

"Remus told me you failed potions. Didn't know that was possible." Holding back a wince, he realized just how rude his comment came off, especially with it being the first sentence that left him after he approached you.

With an almost awkward motion, he sat besides you, his confidence gone as he's not feeling like a mess. "Your hairs pretty. Usually it's hideous." He forced out a laugh, still not realizing his natural tone when joking isn't there and he just sounds like a knob. "Did you finally wash it?"

Once spotting the almost hurt look on your face he realized just what happened. Great going Sirius... "Sorry. Joking I swear. Looks lovely as always." Bloody idiot. A hopeless one at that.