Sirius black would 100% listen to conan gray. He would see Evans listening to music in the common room, and wander over to her. They had grown closer over the years, and Lily always let Sirius borrow one of her headphones. Something about Sirius being deprived of good muggle music led to a lot of impromptu music sessions.
Evans was listening to the superache album. She started it over from the beginning. they sat there together, curled over her ipod in the back corner of the common room for the forty minutes.
Sirius couldn’t stop thinking about family line. About how shit his family was. About how someone who loved you wouldn’t do this.
He can’t help but realize how much he relates to the song. How he has certain traits from his parents. Learned behaviors that are so engraved into him that they are him. That he’ll never escape that house because everytime he looks in the mirror he sees them.
He can’t help but wonder if his own friends see it too. If they see his fathers eyes, or his mothers nose. He wonders if they’ve noticed the way him and Regulus have the same smile, after having it beat into them to look just a certain way.
The day he ran to the potters house he thought he was free. But his name will follow him everywhere. His appearance make it obvious. But the way he acts, the mannerisms, the choice of words he uses is what makes it definite. You can’t escape something you are.
He looks at his friends, at James, and he hates how it hurts that he can never have what he has. They both come from wealthy families, and Sirius knows he can get his hands on whatever he wants.
But he can’t get his hands on a family. He’ll never get his hands on a real bond through the group of people he was born into. They were never a family. James comes from unconditional love and support. Sirius comes from violence and high expectations. He’ll never feel a mothers love, or hear his dad say that he’s proud of him.
He can run, but he can’t hide from his family line