fifteen to twenty two (how do I stop loving you)

This was the first time Sirius had worn a suit in years. It's well made, fits the shape of his body and he still feels like it's suffocating him. He had thought just months ago that he'd wear a suit to James and Lily's wedding, maybe a dance (and in his darkest secret, hoped that he'd wear one to his own wedding)

He'd never imagined he'd be wearing it to Remus's funeral.