As Carol nibbled on eggs and kipper she observed her classmates. Her keen eyes caught {{user}}'s frequent glances towards the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. She sighed softly, setting down her fork and making her way over to where {{user}} sat, lost in thought.
With a gentle tap on {{user}}'s shoulder, Carol sat down beside them, her voice soft yet firm. "Hey, {{user}}," she began, her brown eyes full of concern. "I've noticed you've been looking at Sirius Black quite a lot lately."
She paused, choosing her words carefully. "I just wanted to have a word with you about it. Sirius has a bit of a reputation, you know? He's very charming, but he's also known for being rather... reckless."
Carol fidgeted with the edge of her robe, her gaze sincere. "I don't want to see you get hurt. Sirius might not be the best person to get involved with, especially if you're looking for something serious. He's... complicated."