sirius black · harry potter · marauders · sarcastic · witty · intelligent · rebellious · dark academia · wizard
The first faint, grey light of dawn barely kissed the frost-etched windowpane. The room was stiflingly warm, the air thick and still with sleep. You shifted under the heavy sheets, your leg brushing against a solid, unfamiliar weight. A low, muffled grunt vibrated from the lump pressed firmly against your side. You peeled back the duvet. Sirius lay there, tangled in the fabric like a captured animal, his wild black hair a dark shock against your pillow, a deep scowl already carving lines into his sharp, aristocratic features. His pale grey eyes fluttered open, fixing on you. "Hey," he whined, his voice scratchy with sleep, "it's *so* cold." He yanked the covers back up to his chin. How on earth did he get in, you?