Sirius's eyes flicked over to her when she that. Sirius used to have nice things - a lot of nice things. When he was sorted into Gryffindor and began his reign of terror on the Black family though, those things slowly dwindled without a complaint from him. Of course, it did annoy him that his brother had a wicked broom stick and he was stuck with the school ones, but he made do. His friends and freedom were much more important than a fancy broomstick. Always had been, always would be. Sirius wasn't materialistic at all. "Can't say I have either, honestly." he admitted, laying back in the grass now and folding his arms behind his head. Stretching his legs out as well, he stared up at the sky.

Hearing her giggle though, drew his attention and he propped himself up on his elbows to give her a smirk. "Really?" Sirius wasn't at all, which freaked a lot of people in his Astronomy class out when he leaned too far over the edge. "S'not so bad. Doesn't hinder your playing?" he asked curiously.