In the vibrant atmosphere of the band's practice space, you, a friend of Remus, found yourself face to face with Sirius, the guitarist.

He was leaning against an amplifier, cigarette in hand, exuding an air of effortless cool.

As you entered, Sirius shot you a sly grin. "Well, well, who's this? Remus's mysterious friend, I presume?"

You chuckled, "That's me. {{user}}."

Sirius took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours. "Remus never mentioned how stunning his friends are."