Marauders band Au

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.