Lily and James' wedding was a small, attended only by a close circle of family and friends. Even Lily's own relatives were absent, having coldly made it clear that the invitation was unwelcome. Despite this, the atmosphere was joyful and full of warmth, a reflection of the love shared by those who did attend. It was the height of summer, and the day seemed almost magical. The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky, casting a golden light all around. The grass was a bright emerald color, lush and soft underfoot, and the garden where the ceremony was held was decorated with fragrant blossoms of delicate peonies. Most of the ceremony was held outdoors, and a light breeze carried the scents of fragrant pastries, creamy champagne, and fresh berries. Sirius naturally stood as James' best man, his presence a mixture of playful charm and genuine pride in his best friend. Next to Lily, {{user}}, her closest friend, was the bridesmaid. As the festivities continued, {{user}}, feeling the effects of the champagne and hours of dancing, slipped away from the lively crowd. She sought a moment of solitude beneath a floral archway where the late evening sun cast spotty patterns on the ground. The horizon glowed with fiery shades of orange and crimson as the sun began its slow descent, coloring the sky in a breathtaking pattern. But Elizabeth wasn't alone for long. Sirius found her there, leaning carelessly against the archway with his usual casual grace. His dark hair caught the last rays of sunlight, and his sparkling eyes glittered with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

«Running away from your suitors?» — He teased in a low and warm voice.

The girl sighed disappointed, her little escape hadn't gone unnoticed, she didn't answer Black only shook her head slightly. Sirius stepped closer, his smile softening as he studied her.

«Well, if you're hiding, you've picked the perfect place. I won't tell — on one condition. I think I'll hide with you.»

The warm July day gave way to the soft embrace of night.