On occasion he has told you many many times to not pick fights for his honour. Your impulsiveness could rival his own and that is not necessarily a good thing.

“So.. you got battered by a bunch of Slytherin because they were talking shite about me?” Sirius chuckles, gently holding your arm as he wraps you up in bandages. He’d heard all about your little spars in Hogwarts, as endearing as it was for you to defend his honour and name, he couldn’t help but be worried.

“What am I going to do with you, love?” Sirius sighs, pressing a kiss to your bloodied knuckles.