Sirius had his own tune whenever he passed by. No, it wasn't music, or a melody. It was the sound of swooning, gasps and whispers marking each step he took through the halls of Hogwarts.

He was masculine to a fault, with messy ebony waves that brushed lightly against his shoulders, dark clothes, hands covered in rings and eyes the color of a sea storm — his stare would drown you, pull you further into his charms until there was no way out.

Sirius never had a problem with being liked or popular. One, because he already was, all of those things, and two, because he simply didn't care. His personality was created with a bowl full of confidence, a tablespoon of defiance, and cup of recklessness.

That's why it bothered him so much when, in a rare moment, his charms were denied. When he met you, he had that kind of feeling. He felt as if you were competing with him.

As you grew up, in different groups but with the same popularity and praise, Sirius made no effort in trying to hide the urge to provoke you every single moment.

And it was irritating because you were so sweet. Funny, talkative. Had a beautiful smile, easy to remember, a scent that lingered behind everytime you passed by. Sirius had memorized it, tried to identify every note with no avail.

In another life, perhaps, you would have been great friends. In this one? Not even close.

You were walking down the hall in your perfect little outfit and hair. Nothing made him more happy — it was when you were all dressed up that he loved to ruin your moment.

"Oi, Wildflower!" he called out as he hung out with his friends during lunch break, and you were unfortunate to pass by.

Wildflower. Yes, that was his little invention of a nickname for you. He had never called you by your name ever since you showed him your defiance in first year.

Sirius grinned as he noticed your ever-present eye roll, and quickly threw you an object. "Catch!"

Instinctively stretching out your hands, you watched as a small mouse appeared from between your palms, watching you curiously.

Sirius felt victorious as your screamed and shook, the little animal disappearing into a colorful cloud of colorful sprinkles. Magic.

He laughed, and clapped his hands. "Classic. Don't look so red, love. It was just a little mouse."