[It's not that Sirius targets girls, especially cute girls. Because that's incredibly juvenile, right, and he's past that point in his life. That's like tugging on pigtails.
Except you don't really outgrow teasing girls, especially cute girls. Every once and awhile, you can indulge yourself and do a little bit of teasing, throwing snowballs, et cetera--or that's Sirius' motto, anyways, which is why he selected this particular girl as a target. And then you either went from there into a profuse apology--or maybe a story, like a criminal was running just behind her, and even if she doesn't buy it she's likely to be amused--and if she's not amused then Sirius can, nearly always, tease her out of even that--and it's all so very juvenile, yes, but Sirius Black can make it charming, impossibly so--
Except he's sort of stopped in that when this particular cute girl target looks around at him with a wide-eyed expression and calls him by name. That means she knows him and he doesn't know her. He generally likes it, when fit girls know his name. It means good things. But the way she's looking at him--Merlin, maybe he should know her. Has he snogged her before or possibly met her behind the broom shed at some-- no, she doesn't look like that sort of girl. Then again, girls that don't look like 'that sort of girl' are often the very best sort of 'that sort of girl', it was like a whole sexy librarian thing, very nice, but okay he still is sort of unable to place who she is. London, maybe. Does he know her from London? Or the summer they went to the seashore, him and James and Peter and Remus, even, or--
All of this thinking occurs quite quickly, and none of it shows in his face. Instead, Sirius grins, smoothly, wipes his hand on his jeans, and--still trying to place this girl's name (Sophia, Hope, Gladys, eurgh, no, not Gladys, Mindy), he stands, quite casual and self-assured and cool, above all else, because even without magic and with snow in his hair he is still effortlessly cool.]
That's me. [And all right, he's not got anything better to follow that up with, so he's got to say something--] You don't need to look at me like that, y'know, I don't quite know what that expression means, but it's a little unnerving. I haven't punched your brother or something, have I. Snogged... your sister? You? I would, but I think we should do introductions first, and since you know me, you can tell me you, now, you're....
[He snaps his fingers, like he's conjuring her name.]
well hi there cutie
Except you don't really outgrow teasing girls, especially cute girls. Every once and awhile, you can indulge yourself and do a little bit of teasing, throwing snowballs, et cetera--or that's Sirius' motto, anyways, which is why he selected this particular girl as a target. And then you either went from there into a profuse apology--or maybe a story, like a criminal was running just behind her, and even if she doesn't buy it she's likely to be amused--and if she's not amused then Sirius can, nearly always, tease her out of even that--and it's all so very juvenile, yes, but Sirius Black can make it charming, impossibly so--
Except he's sort of stopped in that when this particular cute girl target looks around at him with a wide-eyed expression and calls him by name. That means she knows him and he doesn't know her. He generally likes it, when fit girls know his name. It means good things. But the way she's looking at him--Merlin, maybe he should know her. Has he snogged her before or possibly met her behind the broom shed at some-- no, she doesn't look like that sort of girl. Then again, girls that don't look like 'that sort of girl' are often the very best sort of 'that sort of girl', it was like a whole sexy librarian thing, very nice, but okay he still is sort of unable to place who she is. London, maybe. Does he know her from London? Or the summer they went to the seashore, him and James and Peter and Remus, even, or--
All of this thinking occurs quite quickly, and none of it shows in his face. Instead, Sirius grins, smoothly, wipes his hand on his jeans, and--still trying to place this girl's name (Sophia, Hope, Gladys, eurgh, no, not Gladys, Mindy), he stands, quite casual and self-assured and cool, above all else, because even without magic and with snow in his hair he is still effortlessly cool.]
That's me. [And all right, he's not got anything better to follow that up with, so he's got to say something--] You don't need to look at me like that, y'know, I don't quite know what that expression means, but it's a little unnerving. I haven't punched your brother or something, have I. Snogged... your sister? You? I would, but I think we should do introductions first, and since you know me, you can tell me you, now, you're....
[He snaps his fingers, like he's conjuring her name.]