âWill you marry me is too clichĂŠ,â he muttered to himself, pacing the room alone. Sirius had picked out the ring already, now it was a simple matter of asking the bloody question. Of course, even for a normal person in a normal relationship, that wouldnât be remotely simple, but this was Sirius Black, asking Chloe goddamn Roberts, and that made it all the more complicated.
And yet, it made it so much more simpler. Because it always had to lead this, didnât it? Ever since that chance first meeting, with the young Gryffindor flirting and the Ravenclaw being clearly unimpressed, they had started on a long ride, and this was one of the inevitable stops. Even if they didnât know it then.
Still, Sirius had to ask her in the proper way. Not the proper, traditional way, but the proper way for them, because this was Robbie. And so, he had to ask her the way that made sense to them.
He stared at the ring box now, opening it and closing it to vent nervous energy. Each time, the ring caught his eye, and he thought back to the last time he approached a commitment like this with her. It hadnât ended well, and almost destroyed their relationship.
But this time would be different. This time, they actually had, well, time. They had grown together, they had graduated together, they even lived together, of a sort.
This time it would be better.
After thinking it over, Sirius pocketed the ring, deciding heâd make up how to do it on the spot. He always did work better under pressure.
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