Hogwarts, Charms Classroom

Sirius wanted to scream.

Everywhere he went, he was reminded that Severa had a new boyfriend, like now. He was trying to focus on what Flitwick was writing on the board, but he couldn't when she was right there, looking absolutely lovely.

Everything had been going great for them, but there he was with his stupid self to ruin everything, and now she refused to even spare him a glance.

Yesterday, he had tried to catch up with her after breakfast only to get ignored and hit with a knock-back jinx. He had no idea what to do; he couldn't tell the other marauders anything, or they would be so mad at him.

James would give him that disappointed look, the one that made him feel like he'd let down not just his friend, but the entire team. Remus would try to be understanding, but his patience had limits, and Sirius knew he'd pushed past them long ago. And Peter... well, Peter would just refuse to say anything, not even adding his own comments to the chorus of disapproval.

Sirius couldn't blame them. He knew he was reckless, impulsive, often acting without thinking things through. But with Severa, it had been different. He had tried, really tried, to be the guy she deserved. And now all he could think about was the moment he messed it all up.

"Mr. Black, would you repeat what I just said?" Sirius looked up at Flitwick in shock; he hadn't heard a single word from the man. He could feel eyes turning to him, but his gaze stayed trained on Severa as Flitwick sighed.

"Miss Snape, would you please repeat what I just said?" He watched as Severa cleared her throat and began to repeat Flitwick's words word for word.

She was so composed, so precise, not missing a beat. Her voice was calm and steady, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside him. As she finished, Flitwick nodded in approval and continued with the lesson. Sirius, however, barely registered the change. He was too busy wrestling with the ache in his chest.

When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, Sirius hurriedly packed his things, determined to catch up with Severa. He couldn't waste another day wallowing in regret; he needed to take action.

He found her making her way to the dungeons. He reached out and grabbed her hand, but before he could even speak, he felt his body being lifted off the ground and slammed on the floor.

Pain shot through him, and the world spun as he tried to gather his bearings. Blinking rapidly, he saw Severa standing over him, wand in hand, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Don't touch me, Black," she hissed. "Haven't you done enough?"

Sirius struggled to his feet, wincing. "Severa, please, just listen to me. I need to apologize. I know I messed up, but I—"

"I don't want to hear it," she interrupted, her voice cold. "You had your chance to apologize, and you blew it. So stay away the hell away from me."

She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Sirius standing there, feeling more helpless than ever. He watched her retreating figure, a mix of frustration and sorrow boiling inside him.

He knew he had to regroup. This wasn't something he could fix with a simple apology. He needed to follow James's advice and show Severa that he was serious about changing by planning her a grand gesture.

Ignoring the pain in his hip, he made his way to his dorm, determination fueling his steps. Once there, he found James lounging on his bed, tossing a Quaffle into the air.

"Hey, James," Sirius said, wincing as he sat down on his own bed. "I need your help."

James caught the Quaffle and looked over, his expression shifting from casual to concerned. "What happened? You look like you got into a fight with a troll."

"Close enough," Sirius muttered. "It was Severa. She hit me with a knock-back jinx when I tried to talk to her."

Peter, who stepped out of the bathroom, raised an eyebrow. "And you want to try again?"

Sirius nodded. "I need to show her I'm serious about making things right. I need to plan something big, something that proves I'm willing to change."

James sat up, his eyes lighting up with the hint of a plan. "Alright, Padfoot. Let's think this through. What does Severa like? What makes her happy? Other than fashion and potions."

Sirius thought for a moment. "She loves music. She's always humming some tune or other. And she's really into ancient runes. She says there's something magical about deciphering old texts and uncovering secrets."

James nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, music and ancient runes. What if we combined those with her love for fashion and potions? We could set up a special evening for her, something personal and meaningful."

"How?" Sirius asked, intrigued.

James grinned. "We'll need the Room of Requirement. We can transform it into a cozy, magical space. Fill it with music she loves and create a setup where you two can work on a special project together. Maybe something involving ancient runes that ties into potions or even fashion."

Sirius felt a spark of hope. "That could work. But I need to make sure it's perfect. She deserves the best."

"Don't worry," Peter said, clapping him on the back. "We'll get it right."

They spent the next few days planning and preparing. James helped Sirius design a perfect evening. They gathered ingredients for a special potion, one that was complex and beautiful, symbolizing the effort Sirius was willing to put into their relationship. They also found some ancient runes that had a connection to potions and fashion, creating a theme that intertwined all of Severa's interests.

On the night of the grand gesture, Sirius paced nervously outside the Room of Requirement. James had helped him set everything up: soft, enchanted music played in the background, the room was bathed in warm, inviting light, and a potion station was ready with all the ingredients meticulously laid out. There were also elegant displays of runes, each with a small description and its significance.

Sirius took a deep breath and sent a note to Severa, asking her to meet him there. He waited, his heart pounding, hoping she would come.

When he finally heard footsteps coming his way, he was shocked to see a random Slytherin first-year standing there, holding a note. "S-Snape told me to give this to you." As soon as Sirius took the note, the kid darted away.

Furrowing his brow, Sirius unfolded the note, his heart sinking as he read the hastily scrawled message:

'You ruined this. I gave you a chance to fix us and you screwed that up, it's over so get over it. -Severa'

The rejection stung more than he expected. He stood there for a moment, feeling a mixture of frustration and sadness. It was clear that Severa wasn't ready to forgive him or even to hear him out. He could feel his heart cracking. Why the hell did he have to be so stupid?!

He let out a primal scream of frustration, his voice echoing through the empty corridor. The raw pain of her words tore at him, and he felt utterly defeated. He sank to the floor, his back against the wall, and buried his face in his hands.

He had always been reckless, always acting without thinking. But this time, his impulsiveness had cost him something irreplaceable. The weight of his actions pressed down on him, suffocating in its intensity.

"Sirius?" a voice called gently. He looked up to see Remus standing there, concern etched across his face.

"She... she won't even give me a chance," Sirius choked out, his voice breaking.

Remus sat down beside him, putting a comforting arm around his shoulders. "I know, mate. But you can't give up. If you really love her, you have to keep trying. Even if it feels impossible."

"But what if I'm just making things worse?" Sirius asked, his voice filled with despair.

"Sometimes it's not about fixing things immediately," Remus said softly. "Sometimes it's about showing that you're willing to put in the effort, no matter how long it takes. You hurt her deeply, and it's going to take time for her to heal. But you have to be patient."

Sirius nodded, trying to absorb Remus's words. It was hard to see past the pain and rejection, but he knew his friend was right. He couldn't let this setback defeat him.

He would get her back, no matter the cost...