The dungeons were silent, save for the echo of Sirius boots as he loitered outside the Potions classroom, his wand twirling in his hand. He smirked when he saw you approaching, your robes immaculate and your expression icy.

“Late for your meeting with the dark Lords fan club?” he sneered.

“Move,” you snapped, brushing past him.

Sirius shifted to block your path, his grin widening. “What’s it like being a puppet for mummy and daddy? Or do you enjoy it?”

Your eyes narrowed. “You think running away from your family makes you brave? It makes you a coward. At least I stand my ground.”

“At least I had the guts to leave,” Sirius retorted, his voice sharp.

Your wands were out now, tension crackling between you. Before either could strike, Professor Slughorn voice rang out.

“Enough! Wands down!” He barked, his glare freezing you both in place. “Another incident, and you’ll both find yourselves in detention for a month. Now go.”