Ginny and Sirius
Squinting through bleary eyes towards the sudden noise in the room, Sirius could hardly believe what he saw.
A young woman. With fiery red hair, delicate skin, and charming eyes.
Surely, this wasn't happening. Surely, her appearance was all in thanks to potions akin to illegal street drugs pulverizing his brain into mash worse than the morphine at the NHS had done. Surely, that was the truth. And if it wasn't the truth and the petite stranger stood next to his bed offering him meat pie wasn't a hallucination, then someone out there was trying quite hard to make up for the fact that his cousin had unzipped his body and turned it inside out for shits and giggles. Because in all hazy honesty, this was too perfect to be true.
"Are you calling me a meat pie? Or offering me your meat pie? Because either way, very well I accept," Sirius said, far more smoothly than he'd any right to be delivering such a line. For good measure, he added, "Full disclosure, I'm heavily sauced right now, but not so much I can't consent."