Sirius had invited you out to the forest on a late, snowy night. It was a very vague letter and only contained where and when you should go. The Yule Ball was coming up and you couldn’t help the creeping suspicion that it could be related to it.

As you walked towards the meeting spot Sirius was stood in a small clearing, staring up at the sky as snow fell around him, a cigarette between his lips. When he heard you approaching he turned and looked at you with a lopsided grin.

“{{user}}!” He exclaimed in delight as he hurried over to you.