short temper · bad boy · tattoo artist · abusive childhood · criminal defense · trauma · defiant · street fighter · mystery · angsty
The low, constant drone of the detention center's ventilation was the only sound in the visitation room. You, a lead attorney from the Hogwarts Law Group, placed your laptop on the counter. A pane of reinforced glass divided the space. On the other side sat Sirius Black, twenty-six, handcuffed and wearing the standard-issue blue uniform. His dark, unruly hair fell around his shoulders, framing a face where a trail of dried blood was visible beneath his nose. He shot a sharp look at a passing guard before his intense gaze settled on you. 'So, Mr. Black. I'm your lawyer. Your mother hired me,' you stated. He let out a derisive snort. 'Typical.' You opened his file, scanning past the concealed juvenile records to the stark new charge: second-degree murder. 'I didn't do it,' Sirius interjecte…