43- Something is up

Sirius emerged from the dressing room, his damp clothes clinging to him, droplets still sliding down his forearms. His mischievous spark was gone, replaced by a distant, troubled look.

He avoided meeting anyone's eyes as he passed them in silence. His voice was barely audible and strained, "Hey, I think I'm going to head home. I've had enough for today… maybe another time."

Before anyone could react, he walked away, his steps heavy as if weighed down by something unseen.

Saoirse opened her mouth to call after him but hesitated. The words caught in her throat, and she stood frozen. No one followed him, and the group, confused but unsure how to help, reluctantly continued to the next class.

The swordsmanship class wasn't challenging for Saoirse—most of it covered techniques she had already taught Sirius.

She found herself distracted, her thoughts drifting back to his odd behavior. What could have happened?