"I'm telling you, Prongs. She was beautiful, and she didn't believe in the pureblood views. She was perfect. Oh! And she liked the stars." Sirius said, almost dreamily.

"Padfoot?" said James Potter, Sirius' best mate since the first year. "Yes?" Sirius asked, looking at the bespectacled boy through the two-way mirror.

"You don't do commitment?" James said, with a raised brow.

"Well, no." Sirius said, with a frown, "But, she was pretty, she would be a good friend — not that type of friend." he said that last part when he saw the look on his fellow Gryffindor's face.

"Are you sure, Pads?" James said with a worried expression painted on his face.

"I am," Sirius scoffed, "She is the first one who isn't half bad — other than Andy."

The only family members that Sirius liked were Regulus Black his brother, and Andromeda Black his cousin.

"Well, it would be nice to have another friend or at least someone to talk to, she better not replace me though. What am I kidding? Of course, she can't." James said with a scoff.

"Of course not, Prongs. You know you're my only love." Sirius winked sarcastically.

"When are you coming back?" James whined, "Moony is good but won't participate in my plans. Wormtail, well he is Wormtail."

"Ah, Prongs, you softie." Sirius gushed, "I should be back next month-ish."

"Noo!" James whined, a frown placed upon his face, running a hand through his unkempt hair. "Paddy! Pads!"

"What?"

"You know I can't wait that long!"

"Well, you're going to have to!"

"Fine." James huffed.

if people were given one word to describe Florence Odette, they would say alluring. She was just that. The moment you met her, you fell for her. Wanting to make her happy, wanting to make her smile. Even the smallest smile would do, just to see a reaction out of her from your actions was enough.

She was completely and utterly addicting. It could of been her champagne blonde hair and the way it flowed perfectly, framing her face and complementing her serene green eyes. The way her eyes twinkled in all settings, or perhaps, it was her laugh, the way it intoxicated everyone around her, wanting to hear it again. There was a chance it was her french accent, the way it flowed beautifully off her tongue. It could definitely be the veela in her blood. Florence was beautiful inside and out. She had a burning fire within her pulling everyone in with no way out.

Florence had a fake smile on her face as she was surrounded by boys she didn't know. It was a pureblood lunch out in the garden of a family named the Rosier's. They were talking — correction bragging — about their families and lives and futures.

Florence plastered on a fake smile nodding pretending that she was listening and clinging onto every word.

"Very nice." Florence nodded. "Yes, yes, my father is the best." One guy said. Florence had no clue what topic they were on now. Her eyes were glued on Sirius Black who was standing at the opposite side of the garden. He was also surrounded with people the only differences were he was surrounded by woman and wasn't even pretending to be pleased by it.

Sirius would normally have his signature smirk plastered on his face. But some weird part of him found his eyes drifting over to the blonde he had met at the last ball. Some weird part of him felt a pit in his stomach at the look on her face. She was smiling and listening to the boys, of course, she would need to find a husband. He had hoped her eyes would drift and meet his. But they didn't. So he looked away and smirked at the girls around him, he didn't normally at these type of things but some twisted part of him wanted Florence to be jealous.