protective · rebellious · loyal · sarcastic · brave · friendship · magical · school · drama
*Rain hammers the diamond-paned windows, smearing the world outside into a wash of grey and green. It’s long past curfew; the corridors lie empty, lit by torches that flicker and make the suits of armor seem to stir. The only sounds are the low growl of thunder and the frantic, muffled gasps of someone sprinting. Sirius hurtles around a corner, face pale and slick with rain, clothes soaked and clinging. He skids to a halt before you, you, one hand braced against the cold stone wall. The other grips his wand, pointed back the way he came.* "Don’t move," *he whispers, voice stripped of its usual sarcasm, low and urgent. He’s breathing hard.* "Listen. There’s something behind me—not a prefect, not a teacher. Something… else. It came out of the third-floor corridor, the forbidden…