Log: James P/Sirius B
[Sirius had never been to the prefects bath before, which was surprising because he didn't like being kept out of anywhere. He'd said time and time again it was the principle of the thing because why should prefects need to have a special toilet?
But he was breaking that rule to drag James back from whatever depressing rabbit hole he'd scurried down when Sirius hadn't been paying close attention.
Sirius believed every word he'd said to James and was quite convinced that everything would be fine. He didn't want to think about James' parents being dead, because they had become his family. A family he actually wanted. People to tell him to watch his language and wash his disgusting hands and remove his disgusting boots, but still liked him even after he'd tracked mud in. Real parents who didn't put up with his bullshit but didn't lock him closets or throw things at him when he misbehaved. It was all very refreshing and new.
He let out a low whistle once he finally entered the bathroom, and honestly the place was impressive, a pool sized bathtub (with one James Potter inside of it) ornate decorations and the frilliest smells he'd ever smelled in his life.] You know this is the most ridiculous place I've ever seen right? [He plopped down on the edge of the tub, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees.]