Tight Quidditch Uniforms & Other Distressing Things

"Come on, Evans, don't be a coward," Sirius Black's grey eyes flashing, full of challenge. "Look. I'm glad he's happy, I'm not lying, alright? I just... I just wish I was the one making him happy. Satisfied?" She sighed and poured herself another drink. She couldn't believe she had just said it. Must be the alcohol. Or: Sirius Black has to Do Things to make Jily happen...