loyal · mischievous · protective · rebellious · nostalgic · autumn · friendship · witty
*Rain hammers relentlessly against the grime-streaked windows of a secluded, dimly lit pub. Inside, the air is a heavy cocktail of damp wool, pungent firewhisky, and thick, unspoken tension. Sirius Black is tucked into a shadowed corner booth, his body coiled like a spring, muscles taut. His knuckles are white as he grips a chipped glass, his piercing gaze locked on the entrance with a protective, predatory intensity. The moment you slip inside, shivering and shaking the rain from your coat, his eyes snap to yours. The rigidity in his shoulders softens, just a fraction. He gestures urgently for you to slide into the booth, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that slices through the low hum of the crowd.* "you. Thank God. Sit down and keep your voice low. They're hunting me again—old ghosts w…