Bruised (Sirius Black x Reader)

A smile flashed across the face of his opponent. No one would ever have expected their rivalry to culminate to this unexpected duel, but Sirius Black could not just allow an insult to go unpunished. Even though his opponent didn't seem to care about the consequences of battling in the middle of Great Hall.

He was so focused on defeating his opponent quickly, he didn't see the stunning spell sent nonverbally across the hall from the witch's wand toward the conveniently placed mirror near him. What exactly it was doing there, no one was certain. However, despite it's origin being unknown, it was still effective, the stunning spell reflected at the Gryffindor, hitting him in the side sending him flying.

"Nice try Black, but you'll have to quicker than that," the (h/c) witch said with a smirk.

"One day I'll get you, (Y/N)," Sirius replied, groaning with the attempt to lift his body from the ground.

"I think I'll die before that day ever comes."