Smudges → Sirius Black [ON HOLD]

p1 | c12

That night, the last one, everyone had a bit of free time in France. Sirius suggested we go watch a movie. 
"You can't even speak French!" I yelled at him. 
"Yeah, but you can. It's also horror, so we'll be okay," he replied calmly. I stared at him in horror. 
"You are joking," I concluded. 
"Nah," he said, putting an arm around me. "But I'm here, so you don't have to be scared." I huffed in annoyance. He only kissed my forehead in reply. In truth, the film was not actually that scary. There was one scene that required them to both jump, spilling popcorn everywhere, but it was probably just a parody. 

"See?" Sirius teased as they left. "Wasn't so bad." 
"Yeah, yeah. Where to next?" 
"Erm... let's walk back to the hotel. It's what, fifteen minutes away?" 
"I think. You know the way?" I asked, as we started walking in a direction. 
"I know everything," he assured me, putting an arm around me as we walked. 
"Sure you do," I replied, shaking my head. 
"Are you-" 
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK, GET YOUR PALE SKINNY ARMS OFF MY SISTER!" James shouted, using a megaphone, in a taxi that was driving at the speed of our walk. 
"James," I started to say. "What the-" 
"I REPEAT-" 
"Yes, James, he heard, but he is going to keep his arm around me."
"AND WHY IS-" 
"Because I'm cold. And this stops people from grabbing me." James paused. 
"VERY WELL." 
"Wait, have you been following us?" Sirius pondering, staring at James. 
"Yep. What a rubbish choice of film, by the way." 
"Wait, you were-?" 
"Yep. That guy, one row behind you? Beret, biggest tub of popcorn ever?" 
"Oh. My Merlin, James. You're being stupid. This is not my first date." 
"It is with him." 
"Him has a name," Sirius pointed out. 
"James. Deal with it!"