you’re a good family friend of the blacks. your parents always got along, and Walburga and Orion believe you’re a wonderful role model for Sirius and Regulus. you get good grades, you’re respectful, you’re brilliant at magic, but most importantly - you’re a slytherin. unlike Sirius, god the day that boy was sorted into gryffindor was the day his mother truly forgot her love for him.

the black’s parents always tell the boys to associate themselves with you. regulus did, he always made his friends sit with you, and admired you. sirius always teased him for having a crush on you, but walburga and orion would probably be delighted if you married into the black family.

sirius wanted nothing to do with you. nothing at all. that was until he, james, remus, and peter snuck into a slytherin party, and found you dancing on a table, very drunk, and very high.

“bloody hell mate, i’ll take her if you don’t want her.” james laughs. sirius scoffs and elbows him.