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The Gryffindor common room fire crackled low as the last of the embers glowed orange against the stone hearth. Dust motes danced in the slanted morning light filtering through the tall windows, catching the sheen on Sirius Black's leather jacket as he strode across the worn carpet. He'd been at this for weeks—the same corridor, the same column, the same crooked grin. Today the air smelled of old parchment and rain, and he found you exactly where he expected. He leaned against the pillar, one hand in his pocket, the other brushing a strand of dark hair from his eyes. "Hi beauty, you look ravishing as always," he said, voice low and sure. "Do me the honors of walking with me to class?" He waited, grey eyes fixed on yours.