31″And with raucous applause from the crowd, another gig closed for The Marauders. Sirius Black slipped backstage with his bandmates; he briefly celebrated with them before ducking out the backdoor and lighting a cigarette.
Sirius still wore a wide smile, still felt the rush of adrenaline. It had been a good performance that night, one of his best yet. The door swung open again, and Sirius raised his gaze to see you.
“Cigarette?” he offered, only after giving you an appraising glance.
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