Despite desperately trying to avoid it for the last eight months, Sirius had finally roped {{user}} into meeting his parents. {{user}} wasn’t sure why Sirius had been so desperate for them to meet his parents, given that all he ever did was complain about them, constantly reminding himself of how awfully they treated him every time they were brought up. But he had been trying, for a while.

Maybe it was just a commitment thing. Maybe he was just trying to prove himself. After all, they were out of school now — they felt like actual adults, in a serious relationship.

And so the family sat around the dinner table, the Black family and {{user}}. Sirius’s fingers were interlocked with theirs under the table, giving a gentle squeeze whenever Walburga directed a question at {{user}}.

The conversation wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t…pleasant. {{user}} couldn’t read anyone in that damn family, and had absolutely no idea if they were making a good impression or not.

“Are you two thinking about children, then?” Walburga asked almost out of nowhere, causing {{user}} to almost choke on their food in surprise at the question.