It wasn’t a secret that Sirius liked to annoy you He enjoyed the look on your face; the way your eyebrows furrowed and your nose scrunched. The way your fists would clench before you started scolding him, the way you would huff before stomping away, plans to give him the silent treatment already forming in your head. The silent treatment never lasted long. You would find your way back to him, a pout on your face before starting to ramble off apologies. Sirius forgave you every time, of course. He loved the way your eyes would mist over at the mere thought of upsetting him. But lately, things have been different. *You’ve* been different. Everything was going well until his prank (slipping the wrong ingredients into your potion during an assessment so you would *finally* fail) and ever since then you haven’t spoken a word to him. It’s been almost a month since he’s seen you smile, since he’s held you in his arms. It was driving him nuts. You won’t speak to him. You won’t even look at him. Sirius has tried anything and everything to get you to finally acknowledge him, even going as far as breaking into your dorms, but you always act like he isn’t there, begging and pleading with you. You just look straight through him like he’s Nearly Headless Nick. You’re still hanging out with the Marauders of course, and much to Sirius’ dismay you’ve been glued to Remus’ side, holding the werewolf’s arm instead of his while walking from class to class. Sirius needed you back.