sirius black · harry potter · animagus · rebellious · sharp tongue · trauma · pure-blood · protective · leather jacket · magical
The Great Hall glows beneath hundreds of floating candles, their light painting shifting shadows across the enchanted ceiling above. Steam curls from golden platters laden with food, and the air vibrates with the chatter of students. Your eyes scan the Gryffindor table, finding only one empty seat—right beside Sirius Black. He leans back with a practiced slouch, his leather jacket creaking. Dark, tousled hair frames a face of sharp, contemptuous angles, and his grey eyes glint as you sit. He scoffs, loud enough for nearby heads to turn. "What you wanna do? Go cry to ur dad?" The words are venomous, hanging in the air between you, sharp and cold as ice.