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now had to work on the details outside the Burrow, and because Harry absolutely refused
to keep him in the dark about anything, Sirius quickly made the former trio into a quartet.
"I'm sad because I don't like weddings," he admitted. "Spent much of my childhood
attending them in uncomfortable robes."
"Hence your current rebellious sartorial selection?" Hermione gestured to his
leather jacket and trousers.
"Leather looks good for any occasion." Sirius winked, grinning when he saw her
blush. It amused him to no end that despite being tipsy, she could still use multi-syllabic
words. "To answer your question, yes, I avoid dress robes unless absolutely necessary. Not
that I don't have them or look good in them. I look fan-fucking-tastic in dress robes," he
said smugly, taking another sip of his drink.
"Most of the weddings were for cousins, aunts, and uncles of mine, all destined to
marry one another." He chuckled as he watched Hermione flinch at the notion of the Black
family's tradition of inbreeding. "Or they were married off to the worst type of people to
ever exist, like the Malfoys and the Lestranges."
"I'll drink to that." Hermione reached for his glass of firewhisky, took a sip, and
then proceeded to immediately choke on it.
Sirius laughed and pulled the glass away from her. He stood up and beckoned for a
passing server carrying a large tray of champagne. "Here. It's not water, but it's better than
choking."
"That was awful!" Hermione grimaced even after she had rinsed the taste from her
mouth. "How can you drink that?"
Sirius smiled thoughtfully, old memories burning in his chest. "You get used to it.
Firewhisky holds a special place in my heart." He swirled the amber beverage in his tumbler,
watching the candlelight sparkle through the colour. It was his very favourite colour. Too
many years had passed since he had seen a certain pair of amber eyes staring back at him.
"Well, at least my brush with death got you to smile." Hermione's voice brought
Sirius back from his memories. "So, you don't like weddings."
Sirius frowned. "Only ever been to one good one."
"Harry's parents."
He nodded.
"Was it beautiful?"