It’s 12:23 AM. I could sleep. On the other hand…one-shot!

The porch swing creaked and groaned as Sirius rocked his legs back and forth. He brushed his raven hair from his eyes, staring out at the stars.
“Alright, Sirius?”
Mr. Potter was standing in the doorway, wearing a bathrobe and a kind…

This was lovely 😍