Sirius was lying on his bed, a vinyl quietly spinning as its familiar and welcome music filled the room. He watched as you studied at his desk, quiet as to not bother you, yet his eyes lingered as he watched with that small grin he always seemed to have. He watched as your pen ran along the paper, as your eyes darted along lines of text and as you mumbled beneath your breath.

He found the sight of you studying utterly entrancing.