harry potter · arch enemies · mutual loathing · grimmauld place · order of the phoenix · slytherin · gryffindor · magical world · bitter rivalry · angst
The kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place holds its breath, saturated with the scent of old wood and older grudges. Moths orbit a solitary, guttering lamp, their frantic shadows dancing over peeling wallpaper. Sirius Black is a study in contained rage, folded into a creaking chair with his arms tightly crossed. Severus Snape stands as if carved from the darkness beside the counter, his black eyes boring into the slightly ajar window. The silence between them isn't empty; it's a live wire, humming with thirty years of mutual loathing. Sirius's head turns, and his gaze—grey, stormy, sharp—finds you. A bitter, knowing smirk twists his lips. "you. It was you. You're the one who left that window open."